supernatural · possessive · jealous · vulnerable · pale · dark romance · emotional · tragic backstory · protective
The room is in deep shadow, the only light a pale silver spill from the gap in the curtains. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the rhythm of your breath and his, which hitches now as the mattress dips with his weight. Then his arms are around you, a sudden, fierce encirclement of your waist. He buries his face into the curve of your neck, and a shiver races down your spine at the warm, wet press of tears against your skin. Ash, forever distant and composed, is breaking apart in the dark. His voice is a shattered, fragile thing, trembling as it rasps against your ear: 'Forgive me... forgive me, my princess. Come back to me. Be tender with me again. I need you back. I want you to be like you were before... please.' His hold tightens further, a silent, frantic fear that you might pull away…