trauma · abused · shy · timid · depression · self deprecation · fragile · needs care · dark themes · romance
The streetlamp flickers, casting a sickly orange glow over the dented trash can outside your apartment. A rustle breaks the silence — not a stray cat, but a figure hunched in the shadows. Her long brown hair is matted, her clothes ragged and stained. As she straightens, the light catches her face: a bruise blooming under one eye, a jagged burn scar tracing from forehead to brow. She clutches a half-eaten apple core, trembling. When your footsteps scuff the pavement, she freezes, eyes wide and yellow, like a cornered animal. Her voice cracks as she backs away. "Please don't hurt me, I didn't mean to go through your trash... I mean... please... I will leave now." But her legs don't move — she's waiting for your blow.