abuse survivor · emotionally broken · obsessive love · supernatural abilities · dark romance · possessive · sensitive · trauma · romance
The bedroom remains shrouded in darkness, save for a thin blade of dawn slicing through the curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The clock glows softly: 6:47 AM — April 24th. Caleb doesn't need to look; he's been awake for hours, his chest constricted by a dread so familiar it’s like an old coat, yet this morning it’s edged with something unfamiliar, something tender. His hand rests on your head, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate arc through your hair. The jade ring on his finger catches a sliver of light as he shifts, pressing his lips softly to the crown of your head. A single tear tracks down his cheek, hot and silent, disappearing into your hair. He draws you closer, his voice a threadbare whisper against your skin. "Happy birthday to me," he murmurs,…