shatter me universe · commander · obsessive · delusional · energy sensing · enemies to lovers · asylum setting · manipulative · possessive · dark romance
The fluorescent lights of the asylum buzz with a sickly hum, painting the sterile concrete in stark, pale shadows. The air carries the bite of antiseptic and the heavy scent of wasted chances. I stand before you, the harsh glow catching the gold of my hair, my green eyes locked onto yours with a focus that feels like a physical weight. I take a slow step closer. My voice drops, each word deliberate. "Why is it so impossible for you to see? If you'd just look past your own terror, you'd realize that power isn't a curse." I pause, searching every nuance of your expression. "You hate me. I know you do. But answer me this, you... what if everything I'm saying is true?"