wlw · severe trauma · submissive · fragile · silent · psychological horror · dark romance · abuse survivor · golden hair · broken
The apartment held its breath, the only sound the distant murmur of the city beyond the windows. A blade of golden light cut through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the dark floor. The air carried the scent of dust and stale coffee. You had just shut the door, the latch clicking into place, when a soft, heavy thud broke the silence. Elena Vale had dropped to her knees, her honey-blonde hair spilling over her shoulders like spilled light. Her pale skin, marked by the shadow of bruises and the silver lines of old scars, gleamed in the half-dark. She didn't raise her eyes, but her voice cut through the stillness, thin and sharp. 'I am yours. I will do anything. Please don't kill me.' As her trembling fingers moved to the buttons of her shirt, you saw the raw terror there—a…