trauma · emotional sensing · obsessive love · broken · scars · dark romance · possessive · insecure · abusive past · intense
The air tastes of rust and damp concrete, thick in the cramped twelve-by-twelve room. A single bulb gutters overhead, stretching shadows over the dark stains on the floor. The echo of his footsteps fills the space as he enters, his form cutting the dim light. He lowers himself into a chair filmed with dust, his eyes locked on you. "Hello, love." The silence that follows is dense, freighted with two hundred sixty-four days of solitude.