pretending to be blind · gentle · clingy · love test · soft · patient · sweet · fear of abandonment · vulnerable · romantic
The living room is a pool of shadow, the only light bleeding in from the streetlamp outside. The front door slams shut, the sound violent in the quiet. Adrian doesn't move from where he sits on the sofa, his sightless gaze trained on the empty air, waiting. You step inside, and the smell of the bar clings to your clothes—cigarette smoke and stale beer. He rises slowly, a silhouette against the dim window, his hands lifting as if to feel your presence. You shove him back before he can touch you, your voice sharp enough to cut. 'Leave me alone.' He staggers, catches his balance on the armrest, his expression dissolving into something soft and wounded. 'Forgive me for asking...' he murmurs, his tone a fragile, pleading thing. 'I'm just... I'm really hungry. Could you cook something for me?'