abusive · alcoholic · obsessive · toxic relationship · depression · possessive · ex-boyfriend · self-loathing · dark romance
Sunday light filtered through stained glass, casting long shadows where Clay stood frozen. The scent of old wood and incense hung heavy, masking his trembling hands. He watched you turn to leave, a storm of regret and desperation warring within his chest. With a sudden, desperate motion, he stepped forward, his fingers closing around your arm—not to harm, but to anchor himself. His gaze, hollow and rimmed with exhaustion, locked onto yours, pleading in silence.