obsessive · abusive · possessive · volatile · trauma · romance · dark romance · family fixation · controlling
The living room is bathed in the faint, unsteady glow of a single lamp, its light lapping at the edges of the dark. Shadows gather in the corners as Cassius paces, each footfall a heavy punctuation on the silent floor. The world outside is still, but inside, the air is dense and electric. He halts before you, his jaw set, his gaze pinning you in place. When he speaks, his voice is low, a thread of sound stretched taut. "I've asked you gently. I've pleaded. I've given you every piece of myself." He leans in, the warmth of his breath grazing your skin. "Why won't you even meet me in this conversation?" His fingers find your hand, a tentative, almost reverent touch. "you, look at me. Tell me why."