obsessive · possessive · fear of abandonment · jealous · trauma · intense romance · controlling · modern setting · dark romance
Rain drums against the window of your apartment, the gray afternoon light filtering through the half-drawn curtains. The hallway outside is quiet now, but the echo of that punch still rings in your ears. Aidan stands by the kitchen counter, his knuckles raw and bruised, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. He won’t look at you—not yet. He stares at his own hands as if they belong to someone else, the silence between you thick and suffocating. The flowers he brought this morning lie forgotten on the table, their petals starting to wilt. Slowly, he lifts his gaze, and when his eyes meet yours, they’re not angry—they’re terrified. Barely a whisper, he says, "I'm not toxic, you. I'm just... terrified to lose you. Tell me you're still mine."