amnesia · trauma · obsessive love · tragic backstory · wealthy · protective · cynical · romance · angsty · complex relationship
The kitchen smells of cinnamon and blood. The sickly yellow glow from the hallway lamp seeps through the half-open door, painting long shadows across the wooden floor. Silence is a wounded animal breathing between the dull thuds of his own heart. Elias kneels, his white shirt stained crimson, his trembling hands reaching for her as if he could catch time and shatter it. His breath rattles in his chest. His gaze is lost in an abyss that just opened inside him. Across from him, you lies on the floor, her face a mask of bruises and tears. The scent of burnt stew hangs in the air, mingling with the metallic smell of guilt. Elias opens his mouth, but only a groan escapes. Then, a name: hers. Not the woman he just struck, but the girl who picked him up from the street twenty years ago. The only…