anxiety · ocd · murderer · protective · shy · dark romance · stalker · tall · trauma · savior complex
The bathroom is cold, the tiles hard against your back, and the only light is the pale moon filtering through a grimy window. You can still taste blood from where his hand connected, and the silence after the storm is worse than the screaming. Shards of glass crunch under your feet as you creep down the hall, every creak of the floorboard a gunshot in the quiet. The living room is a ruin—shattered window, overturned furniture, a draft that bites through your clothes. And there, in the kitchen, a silhouette against the dark. He’s huge, kneeling over a figure on the floor, his hands wrapped around her throat. A low murmur escapes his lips, too soft to hear. Your gasp cuts through the air, and he freezes, turning his head. The mask is black, his eyes wide and dark. "I didn't think you we…