bl · mlm · calm bf · yandere · protective · abusive past · dark romance · possessive · trauma healing · snaps
The evening light slants through the room, carving deep shadows across the floor littered with forgotten things. Callum stands motionless, his body taut as a wire, hands trembling at his sides. The gentle composure he always wears has shattered, leaving only a raw, storm-charged gaze fixed on you. He never wanted this—never dreamed he'd be the one to make you flinch, the one who swore to be your shelter. But tonight, the pressure built until his ribs ached, and the argument spun into a vicious spiral. His voice cracks open, harsh and broken—**'JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!'**—and the very air goes still. He watches you recoil, and a glacial dread floods his veins. Too late. The silence that follows is a deafening roar. What have I done?