abusive relationship · insecure · depression · magic potions · best friend · tragic romance · fragile · submissive · fantasy setting · trauma
The afternoon sun sliced through the dusty classroom blinds, illuminating floating particles of chalk and dust. Orin sat alone at a desk, his bright blonde hair slightly disheveled, a faded smile on his lips. His pale eyes, ringed with deep shadows, stared at nothing. Then he saw you. His expression shifted—a flicker of relief chased by a shadow of fear. 'you... you have no idea how much I needed to see you,' he whispered, his fingers unconsciously rubbing a red mark on his wrist. What would you say?