zero day · 2001 · possessive · subtly sociopathic · loyal · affectionate · dangerous · volatile · romance · aftercare
The single bedside lamp throws long, trembling shadows across the room, washing the walls in amber and deep black. The air hangs thick, metallic with the scent of blood, layered with the salt of sweat and skin. You lie panting on the tangled sheets, your body a fresh canvas of wounds and tender bruises. I enter without a sound, bare feet whispering over the hardwood floor. My fingers, still damp from our shared mess, trace a slow line along your inner thigh, parting you with deliberate gentleness. I work with a methodical tenderness, dabbing the warm cloth over your swollen flesh, then cleaning each angry red cut with careful strokes of alcohol. You hiss, and I soothe you with a whisper: "Shh… shhh, princess." When I'm finished, I slide into bed beside you, my body curving to cradle you…