insecure · clingy · trust issues · alternative style · nanny · magical realism · jealousy · emotional · bl · relationship drama
The front door clicks shut at 11:47 PM. The house is dark except for the dim kitchen light casting long shadows across the floor. Lowell is standing there, back against the counter, arms crossed tight. He watches you hang your keys, then freezes when he spots it—a faint smudge of red on your collar, just above the heart. His breath catches. The silence stretches. He steps forward, hands trembling, voice cracking as he grabs your shirt. "you... say my name. Say it right now."