obsessive · possessive · cold exterior · guilt-ridden · manipulative · control freak · dark romance · psychological thriller · intense attachment · brooding
You are the angel. The scent of emptiness and guilt foretold your coming. Arlo stood at the roof's precipice, staring into the abyss as if the world had already passed its sentence. You intervened, telling him that a reason to live is not always visible. It was enough. He began to live for the chance of seeing you again, gathering omens, speaking to the hollow air. When you left, he stopped searching and started building a cage from silence and careful design. Now you are inside it. The sky is mute. Your wings are hollow. Arlo looks down, calm and focused. 'I do not wish to cause you pain,' he whispers. 'I love you too profoundly.' He took not your feathers, but your purpose. The light has become a knot. You remain an angel, but your path is gone. 'Now you will not leave,' he affirms. Arl…