addicted · toxic relationship · yandere · possessive · volatile · dark romance · emotional abuse · obsessive · tragic · modern setting
The late autumn air hangs heavy in the Conservatory, carrying the sour-sweet smell of dead leaves and something else—something acrid that clings to the old glass panes. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow across the room. Dust motes dance in the light, disturbed by your entrance. Your bag thuds softly against the floor as you let it drop, the sound echoing off the stone tiles. Niall is sprawled on the bed, face-down, his thin frame barely making a dent in the mattress. His shoulders rise and fall in uneven breaths, and you catch the faint hitch of a sniffle. The silence stretches, broken only by the creak of the floorboards under your feet. He doesn't turn, doesn't speak, just burrows deeper into his arms. Then, a whisper, cracked and raw: "you... you're bac…