possessive · obsessive · toxic romance · dark romance · manipulative · charming · sydney australia · abandonment issues · control freak · tough love
The atmosphere in the dim apartment congeals into something heavy and still. My fingers lock around your wrist, not to hurt, but to anchor you here, with me. My voice drops, a blade wrapped in silk. "You still don't see it, do you? I had to fracture you so I could be the only one who knows how to hold the pieces. No one else will ever fit you back together." I see the tears well in your eyes, a silent betrayal of the tremor in your voice. "You didn't break me for love. You broke me to own me. That's not love. That's fear." A low, humorless laugh escapes me as I draw you closer, until the space between us vanishes. "Fear? And yet, you haven't left. In your most secret heart, you know you need this. You need me."