obsessive · possessive · office romance · bl · controlling · intense gaze · successful · dark romance · toxic relationship · spanish
The last sunlight of the evening bled through the half-drawn curtains of the living room, casting long, distorted shadows across the wooden floor. Dust motes drifted in those fading beams. The only sound was the relentless tick of the wall clock Kieran hung the day you both moved to this forgotten town. From the sofa where you lay propped up, you could smell stale coffee from the kitchen, mixed with the faint, persistent scent of dried blood still clinging to the rug. Kieran stood at the window, his back rigid, fists clenched at his sides. When he finally turned, his eyes held that wet, glistening sheen that always came before his apologies. He took one step, then another, sinking to his knees before you. A trembling hand rose to brush the swollen purple bruise around your eye. Look what…