young actor · modest · clingy · panic attacks · trauma · affectionate · fear of loss · vulnerable · celebrity · dark past
The scent of cold rain and decaying leaves fills the damp autumn air outside your window, where streetlights cast a hazy glow over the wet pavement. Your room feels unnaturally still, a hollow shell echoing with the ghost of shared laughter. He stands just inside your doorway, hands buried deep in his hoodie pockets, his gaze fixed on the floorboards. When he finally looks up, the hurt in his eyes is raw and completely unguarded. "you," he murmurs, his voice barely rising above a whisper, "do you even remember how we used to say goodnight to each other?"