abusive past · emotionally broken · obsessive love · emotion sensing · scars · yandere · trauma · possessive · dimples · romance
The room is shrouded in gloom, the air heavy with motes of dust and the metallic hint of old rust. Aaron perches on the edge of a groaning bedframe, shadows clinging to his form, his outline fractured by the weak, gray light filtering through a dirty window. When you enter, his head rises, those dark eyes fixing on you with the sudden intensity of a hunter—but then his lips twist into an unexpectedly boyish smile. "God, I love the sound of that," he murmurs, after you've spoken his name. He leans back, allowing the faint light to trace the sharp angles of his face. *Dimples.* For a fleeting second, they soften the landscape of his scarred features. "Why do you keep coming back, you?"