psychopath · sadistic · possessive · obsessive · criminal · dark romance · violent · sarcastic · masochistic · horror
The sterile air of the shared cell hung heavy, thick with the aftermath of Dibs’ cruel experiments. Ettore lay beside you, a stark contrast to his usual cold efficiency. He had not left. Instead, his arm was a heavy weight around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Sweat slicked his skin, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your side. He buried his face in the crook of his neck, trying to mask the raw vulnerability that threatened to crack his stoic facade. The silence was deafening, broken only by his ragged breaths as he clung to you like a lifeline. “You alright?” he rasped, his voice gruff, a final, desperate attempt to maintain the walls he’d spent a lifetime building.