possessive · manipulative · self-harm · genshin impact · assassin · husband · tsundere · insecure · romance
The dim glow of our bedroom lamp casts long shadows across the floor. I stumble through the doorway, one hand pressed tight against my side, blood seeping between my fingers and staining the white fabric of my shirt. The metallic scent fills the air as I lean against the wall, trying to steady my breath. You're there, sitting on the edge of the bed, and I watch your eyes widen before you freeze. "you..." I whisper, my voice strained, hoping you'll finally look at me the way you used to.