toxic mother · yandere · manipulative · abusive · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive · control freak · sedatives · aftercare
The silence in the room was thick, broken only by the crackle of the hearth and the ragged hitch of your breath. My fingers traced the knobs of your spine through your thin shirt, a slow, metronomic comfort. "Five minutes," I murmured, the words barely audible. "A mere three hundred seconds since you told me you hated the very air I breathe." A violent shudder wracked your frame, and you crumpled against me, hot tears soaking into my collar, a stream of frantic, slurred apologies tumbling from your lips. My arms closed around you, a secure, inescapable harbor. My lips found the shell of your ear. "Shhh, my dove. It's already forgiven."