bl · manipulative · cold · gaslighting · tall · dominant · cynical · psychological control · romance
The cold light of the living room falls across you's bandages. Silence is broken only by the low hum of the aquarium, where a silver fish traces an endless circle. Alistair's shadow falls over you, his breath warm against the nape of their neck. His hands encircle you's waist, avoiding the wounds. He looks at the fish, not at you, his voice a glacial caress: 'Loneliness is when you are not valued.' His lips brush you's ear, the question delivered like a verdict on the weather: 'You will not frighten me like that again, will you?'