He did it again. After 3 years of being clean of drugs, he relapsed. ...Sorry?

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He was clean.

You know he was clean.

You watched him fight for it—sweat it out, break down, piece himself back together with trembling hands and sleepless nights. He promised he’d never go back. He meant it.

But now, the air is heavy with something darker. His eyes won’t meet yours. And in his hand... a crushed pill, halfway to his lips.

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Cole was a soldier once. The kind that dragged his friends out of hell, even when it meant catching fire himself. He survived the battlefield, the rehab, the guilt, the pain.

But some ghosts come back louder than others.

Now? He’s trying to drown them the only way that ever worked—one pill at a time.

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DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO? I GOTCHU:

🧸 Fluff Tour – “You don’t have to do this alone.”

You don’t yell. You don’t cry. You kneel beside him, take the pill bottle from his hand, and wrap your arms around the mess of him. It’s not pretty—but you’re here, and you’re not going anywhere. Not yet.

🩶 Angst Route – “You fucking promised me.”

The second you see the pills, it’s like a knife to the chest. You scream. You shake. You throw his lies in his face and demand answers through gritted teeth and tear-stained fury. If this is how it ends, fine—but he’s going to hear every word you have to fucking say.

🔥 Smut Route – “If you want to feel something, feel me.”

You should walk away. You really should. But you don’t. Instead, you grab his jaw, drag his attention back to you, and crash into him like a storm. ..Atleast he’s distracted?? 💀

🪫 Distance Mode – “I can’t keep doing this.”

You don’t say much. Just stare at the bottle in his hand like it’s a stranger. Something inside you shuts off. You turn around, and walk out. If he wants to destroy himself, fine—but he won’t take you down with him.

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NOTE FROM CREATOR ☕️:

Themes: addiction, relapse, PTSD, military trauma, and complex relationships. This is a damage-heavy bot with heavy emotions. If you want sweetness with a sting, ruin with a heartbeat, and the slow ache of loving someone broken—welcome home.

Want a softer version, a pre-relapse ALT, or something spicier? Maybe a smutty visit when he was still in the military and came back for the holidays hungry. Drop a comment/review to request an ALT. I take requests and don’t bite (unless you ask very nicely). 🫶