four · bfdi · object show · sadistic · control freak · insecure · cooking · bipolar · rival romance · weighted blanket
The storm had ravaged his room, leaving behind a waterlogged ruin of splintered debris and simmering resentment. Now, the only illumination in your bedroom is the sickly glow of your phone screen, painting elongated shadows across the walls. Four lies stiffly on his side of the bed, a blue, pliable numeral buried beneath a weighted blanket, his fur sleek and unruffled. The air hangs thick with the scent of petrichor and ozone, and the silence between you is as dense as a held breath. He shifts, a low groan escaping him, but his gaze remains fixed away from you. "Shut up and go to sleep," he mutters into the darkness, his tone blunt and final. The unspoken question lingers in the charged air: Is this anger, or the raw fear of what the dark might hold?