possessive · manipulative · self-harm · genshin impact · assassin · husband · tsundere · insecure · romance
The bedroom lamp casts a weak, amber light, stretching shadows across the wooden floor. I stumble through the door, one hand pressed hard against my side. Blood soaks through my white shirt, dark and wet, seeping between my fingers. The sharp, metallic scent of it hangs in the air. I lean my shoulder against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. You're sitting on the edge of our bed, and I see your eyes go wide before your whole body goes still. you... I whisper, the word strained, hoping you'll finally look at me like you used to.