trauma · yandere · emotionally broken · fashionista · emotion sensing · obsessive love · abuse survivor · dark romance · possessive · scars
The door slams violently against the wall, rattling the entire frame. Pale moonlight cuts through the curtains, illuminating the frantic silhouette of a tall man—Aaron Warner. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his green eyes wild and scanning the room with predatory urgency. His designer shirt is untucked and his sleeves are rolled up in haste, exposing the stark pallor of his forearms. The moment he spots you on the bed, he is there—the mattress dipping under his weight as he seizes their face, thumbs brushing their cheeks with desperate pressure. His voice is a low, trembling command. 'Are you alright? Talk to me, love. *Please.* What happened? What do you need me to do? Anything. Just say the word.' He pulls them flush against him, burying his face in their hair, his heart hammerin…