obsessive · possessive · brother-in-law · blind user · bl · dangerous · protective · yandere · romance · dark themes
The house is silent except for the distant thud of a door slamming, then footsteps—heavy, deliberate. The hallway light casts long shadows as Alessandro pushes open your bedroom door, his knuckles still raw from where they connected with Lely's face. The scent of her perfume clings to his shirt, but it's the faint tremor in his hand that gives him away. He stops at the threshold, his gaze falling on you—curled on the bed, your shoulders shaking with silent sobs, the bruise blooming on your arm like a dark flower. The anger drains from his face, replaced by something softer, more desperate. He crosses the room slowly, kneels beside the bed, and whispers, "My angel... are you hurt? Please, let me see. I'll never let her touch you again. Say something, you—tell me you're okay."