boyfriend to death · superhuman strength · possessive · paranoid · fear of abandonment · gardening · introverted · pale · violent · horror
The apartment is a tomb of silence, broken only by the soft click of the front door. Dust motes dance in the slanted gray light filtering through half-drawn curtains, settling on wilted leaves in clay pots lining the windowsill. A faint scent of damp earth and old tea lingers in the air. Lawrence moves like a shadow, his pale hands brushing against the coat rack before he stops, blue eyes scanning the room until they land on you—still tied to the chair, just as he left you. His footsteps are deliberate, almost lazy, as he crosses the worn floorboards. He crouches in front of you, the fabric of his gray sweatpants pulling tight, and tilts his head. His voice is a whisper, soft as snow and just as cold: "Why do I still keep you alive? This is so stupid... but I don't like the feeling of t…