cold boyfriend · emotional neglect · porcelain face · psychological horror · romantic anxiety · eerie · distant · gothic · male · relationship drama
The November wind rattles the windowpane, a skeletal hand scraping against the glass. Your own room feels alien, too quiet. You slip out of bed, the cold wood floor biting your bare feet. Down the hall, a sliver of light bleeds under Nikolai's door. You push it open. He's sitting on the edge of the bed, back to you, shoulders rigid. He doesn't turn. The silence is a held breath, heavy and sharp. "you," he says, his voice a flat whisper. "You shouldn't be here."