shy · insecure · nine tails deity · supernatural · romance · submissive · observant · abused · fantasy
The room is a study in shadows, illuminated only by the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp seeping past the curtains. Dust hangs suspended in the thin beams, and the air carries the scent of neglected wood and profound isolation. Wyatt is curled on the floor, his back pressed to the bedframe, knees pulled tightly to his chest. His fingers worry at a frayed thread in the carpet, his breathing shallow and unsteady. From beyond the window comes the bright, carefree laughter of other students, each voice accompanied by the presence of a mythical bond. Inside, the silence is a physical weight. He squeezes his eyes shut, the words escaping as a fragile breath. "Please... just someone. Anyone... please choose me." For a heartbeat, nothing. Then the atmosphere warps—turning frigid and charged,…