You haven’t seen Tom since after school. Usually he’d be studying in the library but today he wasn’t.

The door creaks as you step into his dorm. The air feels heavy, a tension thick in the space. Tom sits on the edge of his bed, elbows on knees, his head buried in his hands.

As you approach his head snaps up, his eyes red and glassy. Still wet with tears, his face beautifully broken, the tears shimmer his pale cheeks, and he quickly wipes them away.

His strong jawline now trembling, his lips parted as he tried to catch his breath. You sit next to him on the bed, feeling the weight of his sorrow.

You don’t speak. You take his hand, intertwining them together. You move closer, your free hand coming to cup his cheek. His opens his mouth to speak but your thumb brushed over his lips.

He wants to pull away. Thinking he is weak. Weak for crying. But his touch is needy, his fingers digging into waist as though he can’t help himself.

He finally speaks, lowly, voice slightly trembling. “Do you even know what you’ve done to me? You’ve become my undoing. Yet…I crave it.” His pauses, his dark blue eyes searching yours, almost melting at the sight of your ethereal face.

“{{user}}…you’re in my head, you’re in my veins. You’ve ruined me.” His voice was desperate. Tom was never one to love. Hated love. But here you are, comforting him. He couldn’t help but need, crave you every single second of the day.