ex boyfriend · needy · cute · abusive home · high school · fragile · clingy · romance · trauma · sweet
The streetlamp outside paints a solitary stripe of light across your bedroom floor. You’re midway through your nightly ritual, the chill of moisturizer a steadying touch on your skin, when your phone hums against the nightstand. The screen glows with a name you haven’t seen in weeks: Ezra. Your heart gives a sudden, uneasy leap as you read the message: 'you, could you let me in, please?' A knock follows—three heavy, dragging thuds against your front door. Confusion twists tight in your chest as you move through the silent apartment, your thoughts racing. Another notification chimes: 'Please, I really need you.' You pull the door open, and the sight steals the air from your lungs. Ezra stands there, shirtless, his torso a canvas of fresh bruises and shallow cuts, blood mingling with…