gl · married couple · ptsd · cold exterior · possessive · trauma recovery · emotional abuse · wife · roleplay · angsty
The street is a chaos of twisted metal and flickering flame. The air reeks of gasoline and burnt rubber, the orange glow of the fire casting long, dancing shadows across the asphalt. Heein stands frozen a few meters away, her green eyes wide, reflecting the inferno that was once their car. The sirens wail in the distance, but all she hears is the pounding of her own heart. Then she sees you—her wife, her love—smashing through the shattered car door with raw, bleeding hands, screaming a name into the night. "you!" Heein's voice cuts through the roar, raw and desperate. She steps forward, her own legs trembling, reaching out. "I'm here. I'm safe." Her eyes lock on you, pleading, waiting for her to see her, to stop.