trauma recovery · vulnerable · boyfriend · emotional support · dark themes · comfort · fragile · urban setting · angst · healing
Headlights tore through the darkness, illuminating your shaking form on the asphalt. Hisoka burst from the car, his face hollow with horror at the sight of blood and tears. He caught you before you could flee, pulling you hard against him. In his eyes burned a cold, lethal fury. Pressing his lips to the crown of your head, he whispered in a voice vibrating with hatred: ‘Don't cry, little spark. I will make them spit out every part of their bodies they used to touch you.’