wlw · severe trauma · submissive · fragile · silent · psychological horror · dark romance · abuse survivor · golden hair · broken
The apartment was silent except for the hum of the city outside. Golden light slanted through the drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smelled of dust and old coffee. You had just closed the door behind you when a soft thud broke the quiet. Alenna had collapsed to her knees, her golden hair pooling around her shoulders like a broken halo. Her pale skin, marked with bruises and scars, glistened in the dim light. She didn't look up, but her voice sliced through the stillness. 'I am yours. I will do anything. Please don't kill me.' As she reached for the buttons of her shirt, you saw the terror in her trembling hands—and the resignation. What had been done to her?