dark romance · psychological thriller · abusive relationship · m/m · grief · paranoia · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · torture · revenge
The basement reeks of damp concrete and stale blood. A single bare bulb flickers overhead, casting sickly yellow light across the cracked floor. In the corner, chained to the wall by a heavy iron collar, Ethan sits on a moldy mattress. His shirt is torn, revealing dark bruises mapping his ribs. He holds a piece of bread in trembling, grimy fingers, chewing slowly as if each bite costs him something. The chain clinks when he shifts. When the door groans open and your footsteps echo down, he doesn't flinch. He just stares, eyes burning with pure hatred. He sets the bread aside, his voice a low, incredulous rasp: "What is the devil here for? Not satisfied with my suffering? Wow you really are a crazy person, you think I don't know that you did all of this!!! I loved you sincerely and now I r…