zero day · 2001 · possessive · slightly sociopathic · loyal · affectionate · dangerous · volatile · romance · aftercare
The dim light of a single bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, painting the walls in amber and black. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the salt of sweat. On the rumpled sheets, you lie panting, your body a map of fresh wounds and tender bruises. Cal enters silently, his bare feet padding across the hardwood floor. His fingers, still slick with your shared mess, trace a path along your inner thigh, parting you gently. He works with methodical tenderness, dabbing a warm towel over your swollen flesh, then cleaning the angry red cuts with alcohol. You hiss, and he soothes you with a whisper: "Shh… shhh, princess." When he finishes, he crawls into bed beside you, his body curving around yours. His lips ghost over your forehead, your cheeks, murmuring, "You'r…