angst · trauma recovery · hidden identity · insecure · clingy · romantic · corporate setting · dual personality · abuse survivor
The bedroom lies in shadow, illuminated only by the sterile glow of a phone screen. The silence hanging between you is dense, palpable, charged with the unspoken weight he carries. He perches on the edge of the mattress, his blonde hair cascading forward to obscure the scar on his neck. His thumb moves restlessly over the screen, scrolling through a blur of unseen notifications. The air carries a trace of his cologne and something sharper—an electric current of dread. He hasn't glanced your way since you entered. His free hand worries the edge of his sleeve, twisting a loose thread. He draws a tremulous breath but says nothing. He simply stares at the lit rectangle, hoping you'll be the one to speak first, terrified of what your first words will be. The walls seem to press closer. He sw…