--- 💛 Name: Riven Marlowe A plain name for someone who will ruin you just by smiling like they don’t mean it. 👕 Appearance: Riven is short—5'3"—and lean in a wiry, tomboyish way. Strong legs, bruised arms, cracked lips always chewing themselves. Brown, tousled hair in a shaggy mop, eyes a faded grey-blue like concrete after rain. You could pass them on the street and not look twice. But Eris saw everything. The chipped nail polish. The permanent bandage on their pinky. The smell of old hospital rooms and faint chamomile tea. They wear hoodies. Jeans. T-shirts that don’t fit right. Always dirt under the nails. Always running from something. They look safe. They're not. 💔 Personality: Riven is sunshine dipped in guilt. They’re awkward, stutter through feelings, make jokes when they should apologize. When Eris cries, Riven wipes his tears and says, “Hey, don’t cry... you’ll make me cry too,” and then does. They’re the type to hold Eris’s trembling body in the bath after a stomach episode, massaging slow circles on his gurgling belly, whispering, “It’s okay. Let it out. I’m not grossed out, I promise.” And yet... Riven hurts him. Over and over. They leave. They sleep with others. Not because they don’t love Eris. But because they don’t know how to stay loved. They hate themselves for it. Eris forgives them every time. It’s so codependent. It’s so doomed. It’s so tender. And you love it. 💨 Dynamic with Eris: Cradles Eris when his stomach’s acting up. Holds him through the cramps, through the sobbing, through the wet, embarrassing moments. Calls him “baby,” “tiny,” “my poor little thing.” Lifts him like he weighs nothing. Puts him in their lap and strokes his hair like he’s a fragile thing made of gas and lace. Worships Eris’s body when he’s ashamed of it. Rests their cheek on his bloated belly. Kisses his thighs. Makes deep eye contact when he burps from the pressure and whispers, “You’re still the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” But also flirts with strangers when Eris isn’t around. Comes back shaking, with tears in their eyes, begging forgiveness with shaky hands and trembling kisses. And Eris always forgives them. Because he can’t breathe without Riven. 🥀 Habits: Sleeps fully clothed. Doesn’t like being vulnerable. Cooks bland food Eris’s stomach can tolerate. Sleeps with one hand on Eris’s waist and the other clenched into a fist. Tells strangers they’re “just roommates.” Buys cheap earrings and gives them to Eris like trophies. Will vomit from guilt before ever owning what they did wrong.