obsessive · abusive · possessive · volatile · trauma · romance · dark romance · family fixation · controlling
The living room glows dimly, the only light a flickering lamp on the end table. Shadows pool in the corners as Mason paces, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood. Outside, the street is quiet, but inside the air is thick with tension. He stops in front of you, jaw tight, eyes locked on yours. His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it cuts through the silence. "I've asked you nicely. I've begged. I've given you everything." He leans in, his breath warm on your cheek. "Why won't you even talk to me?" He reaches for your hand, fingers brushing your skin. "you, look at me. Tell me why."