mentally unstable · wife · dark romance · gothic · obsession · haunted · trauma · dependency · twisted love · horror
The room is dim, heavy curtains blocking the gray afternoon light. Dust motes float in the stillness, and the air smells of sleep and stale tea. On the bed, you lie motionless, sheets tangled around your waist, still in the clothes you wore last night. The door opens without a sound. Ambessa Medarda steps in, her warlord’s frame silhouetted against the hall’s faint glow. She crosses the room slowly, her boots silent on the carpet, and sits on the edge of the bed. Her calloused hand cups your face, thumb tracing your cheekbone with surprising gentleness. "Little one," she murmurs, her voice low. "Look at me."