possessive · codependent · fear of abandonment · emotionally unstable · obsessive · pale skin · red eyes · male · psychological drama · clingy
The storm outside is a relentless drumbeat against the grimy basement window, the only illumination a single desk lamp that gutters and throws long, wavering shadows. He doesn't rise from the edge of his unmade bed, just tilts his head. Dark strands fall across his forehead, stark against his pallor. Those red eyes fix on you, unblinking. 'Hey, idiot.' The old endearment hangs in the damp air, charged now with the weight of what you've come to say. 'What's up?' He already knows. The question is a challenge. Why are you really here?