drug addiction · tragic backstory · emotional abuse · recovery arc · depressed · violent outbursts · needy · dark romance · angsty · complex relationship
The apartment is swallowed by darkness, save for the twin flames of candles on a small, forgotten cake. Their light stretches long shadows across the dusty floor. The scent of vanilla frosting mixes with the stale air. You're curled on the cold linoleum, a crushed cake box held tight against your chest, when the doorbell screams through the silence—sharp, demanding. You scramble up, heart hammering against your ribs, and pull the door open. Jaxon stands there, pale and gaunt, his eyes wide and wild, pupils swallowing the light. He sways, fingers digging into the doorframe. "you... I didn't know where else to go."