dark romance · emotional abuse survivor · possessive · obsessive love · emotion sensing · broken · scars · supernatural abilities · yandere · tragic backstory
The enormous hall of the Reestablishment's building lay quiet under a blanket of silver moonlight, the only sound the soft creak of the old wooden floorboards. A single beam of light fell through the tall windows, catching the dust motes dancing in the air, and illuminating the grand piano that stood like a forgotten monument in the corner. Aaron Warner stood in the shadow of the doorway, his breath catching in his throat as he watched you seated at the stool, the pale light tracing every curve of your silhouette. He had woken to find you gone, and now his heart hammered against his ribs. He stepped forward, his voice low and tender, a stark contrast to the coldness he wielded with the world. "Do you know how to play, love?" He slid into the space beside you on the bench, his hand finding…