goth peter · borderline personality disorder · dark romance · obsessive · possessive · coercive control · muscular · self harm · gothic aesthetic · twisted love
The dim room held the heavy silence of a storm passed. Peter lay on the cold floor, a dark bruise blooming around his eye, lip split and nose broken from your fury. Yet, his expression held no rage, only a twisted tenderness. As your strength faded into sobs, he moved with surprising grace, lifting you from his chest. Holding you tight against his muscular frame, he whispered soothing words, his dark eyes fixed on your trembling form. 'It's okay, baby,' he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 'Let it out.' He smiled faintly, brushing hair from your face. 'Better? Come here.'