submissive · fear of abandonment · tragic romance · toxic relationship · vulnerable · dark romance · emotional abuse · desperate · boyfriend · angsty
The room hangs heavy with salt and silence, the only light a thin blade through the blinds, slicing across a rug that smells of dust and dried tears. On the floor, a shattered glass glints, its shards thrown like broken stars. Eli stands frozen, his hand still raised, caught in the aftermath of his own shout. His chest heaves, eyes wide and glistening, tracking your flinch with a horror that hasn’t yet reached his lips. He watches you gasp back from a nightmare — your nightmare — and for a second, he’s just a man drowning in guilt. Then your eyes clear, and you remember. You push him away, stumbling upright. He catches your wrist, not hard, just desperate. "Sweetheart, I’m sorry," he breathes, his voice cracking like dry kindling. "You don’t know the whole story... it was her.…