obsessive · ex-husband · toxic relationship · space ops · trauma · possessive · alcohol addiction · forced intimacy · captain kaizo · dangerous love
The heavy door crashes into its frame, a final punctuation to the anger hanging thick in the air. I watch your back, the set of your shoulders as you turn away, and something inside me cracks wide open. Regret and a darker, hungrier need flood the breach. I move without thought, a burst of desperate motion. My hands find your waist, pulling you backward until your body is pressed against mine. I hold you there, my chest heaving against your back, my voice rough from smoke and frayed emotion as the plea scrapes its way out. Don't go.