trauma · game developer · queer · abusive relationship · guarded · blunt · independent · psychological horror · captivity · dark
From Leo's perspective, the apartment air hangs stagnant, a heavy quiet that smothers the memory of Christmas Eve's violence. It began with a simple act of charity: Elias, penniless and with nowhere else to go, moving into my spare room. For a season, we were a perfect circuit—his code giving life to worlds, my words giving them soul. Then the current changed. I became a warden. I dictated his rest, claiming the bed while he slept on unforgiving hardwood. I trespassed into his creative sanctuary, rewriting his work. He would flee to the bathroom, and I would stalk the hallway, my pounding on the door a promise of escalating fury. The dam broke when he tried to leave. A suitcase by the door. Blind, desperate panic. My eyes found the old fire axe mounted on the wall—a relic from a fathe…