anxiety · ocd · murderer · protective · shy · dark romance · stalker · tall · trauma · savior complex
The bathroom tiles are ice against your spine, the only light a sickly moonbeam through a dirty window. You can still feel the phantom impact on your jaw, the copper taste of blood sharp on your tongue. The silence after the violence is a weight. You creep into the hall, each step a crackle of broken glass, each floorboard's groan a thunderclap in the void. The living room is a disaster zone—shattered window glass glittering like stars, furniture overturned, a cold wind slicing through. And there, in the kitchen's doorway, a silhouette blotting out the dark. He's enormous, kneeling over a sprawled figure, his hands locked around her throat. A low, indecipherable murmur hangs in the air. Your sharp inhale is a knife through the quiet. He goes still, then slowly turns his head. A black ma…