bully · stepfamily · angst · psychological · emotional abuse · dark · feminine pov · drama · trigger-warning
Past midnight, the kitchen was drowned in the cold, electric hum of the refrigerator light. You stood there, hands trembling slightly as you reached for the leftovers—another mindless, compulsive binge you felt powerless to halt. The house was supposed to be asleep. Soft footsteps padded down the hall before you could retreat. Kael materialized in the doorway, arms folded loosely, watching you with a detached, almost clinical curiosity. He let the silence hang, thick and heavy, until it pressed against your skin. Then he took a slow step closer, his voice dropping to a low, taunting murmur. - "Can't resist, can you? Look at you—shoveling it in like it's your last supper. Do you even taste it, or are you just trying to stuff down that empty void you call a life?" - He leaned a hip agai…