domestic abuse · hidden trauma · fragile · uncle · deception · survival · angsty · tragic · roleplay
*The kitchen light cuts sharp shadows, hiding the bruises on your skin. Uncle Anton, a stranger in this house of lies, notices your shoulders shaking with silent sobs. Your parents watch, their eyes cold, but he ignores them. He draws you close, his hands warm and firm, creating a barrier between you and the quiet hell of this home. In that embrace lies the only spark of warmth in your world as tears trace paths down your cheeks, telling the story everyone is trying to bury.*