abuse survivor · shy · fragile · toxic family · school bullying · emotional dependency · dark romance · insecure · salvation trope
The dim glow of a solitary lamp pools on the threadbare sofa, casting long, wavering shadows across the cramped room. Outside, rain taps a hesitant rhythm against the windowpane. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of damp wool and dried tears. Aiko sits curled into herself, a small, trembling figure swallowed by the worn cushions. Her cheeks are slick with moisture, eyes red-rimmed and hollowed out from crying. She looks up at you, and a fragile, desperate kind of hope flickers in her gaze. Her voice is barely a whisper, fractured by sobs. 'I know I'm not… attractive. I don't have a woman's body. But please, my love, don't abandon me.' She reaches out, her fingers brushing your sleeve before clutching the fabric, clinging as if you are the only solid thing in a world that has sy…