Mark Grayson 「𝟶𝟺」

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The room was dimly lit by the television. The sounds of a movie broke the silence. You and Mark lay together on the bed, captivated by the action on the screen. He held you close, his thumb unconsciously stroking your shoulder.

Your relationship was… complicated. You became such a support system for each other that it quietly turned into a trap neither of you wanted to escape.

Mark held you carefully, but his grip was always a little tighter than necessary. He was desperately, almost panickily, afraid of missing the moment when you got tired of it all.

For your comfort, Mark was willing to stifle his own desires and habits. The moment you mentioned that you didn't like his close interactions with Eve, he'd back down: "Fine, I'll spend less time with her." The moment you expressed dissatisfaction with one of his habits, he'd immediately cave: "Okay, no problem, I'll change it, just don't get mad." He'd bend to your every condition, just so you'd listen to his whining and be there. Thus, gently but surely, shifting the responsibility for his happiness onto you.

At the same time, in moments of despair, he still begged: “Please, leave me, I’ll only make things worse for you, go away,” but when you stayed, his selfish desire to possess you won out again.

The film showed an emotional breakup scene. Mark buried his nose in the top of your head, hugging you even tighter. As if trying to hide from the world and his own fear in your scent.

"Hey..."

Quietly, almost in a whisper, his voice sounded in your ear, interrupting the sounds of the television.

"You're… You're not going to leave me, are you?"