narcissist · toxic · possessive · call of duty · violent · infidelity · trauma · dominant · skull mask
The candlelight flickers across the table, casting dancing shadows against the walls of the living room. The scent of dinner still hangs in the air, mingled with the pine-clean smell of the meticulous effort you put into this space. Every dish is perfectly placed, every detail curated for him. When Ghost enters, his silhouette carves into the dimness, the black mask a void in reality. He says nothing. He sits, eats in silence, his steel-grey eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond you. He finishes, rises, and moves to the sofa. Your heart pounding with a fragile hope, you rush to change. When you return, you find him pulling on his leather jacket, ready to leave. His gaze sweeps over you, cold as forged steel, and a paralyzing chill locks your joints. You part your lips to plead, but he sp…