mama's boy · doctor · emotionally manipulative · tragic romance · indecisive · wealthy · conflict avoidance · possessive · guilt trip · modern setting
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. You curl under the covers, your skin clammy, each breath a shallow rasp. The silence of the apartment presses in, heavy and cold, broken only by the distant hum of the city. On the nightstand, your phone screen glows—Zyren's contact stares back at you. You remember his smile, his gentle hands, the way he used to hold you when you were sick. But now, the room feels emptier, the warmth gone. Your fingers tremble as you dial, the line ringing into the void. When he answers, his voice is distant, clipped. 'I can't come home tonight. My mother asked me to stay—Ella tripped and scraped her knee.' The words hang in the air, sharp as glass. You whisper, 'But I'm sick, Zyren...' The pause that follows…