nightmare · trauma · possessive · fragile beauty · romance · intense · aftermath
The weight of the nightmare pressed down on him, thick and suffocating. In the vision, you lay on the cold floor, bleeding out. A strangled cry tore from his throat as he scrambled forward, his hands reaching for you. No, please, don't leave me, he pleaded, voice raw with terror. The horror sharpened when he saw your face—your eyes were gone, just hollow darkness. The dream fractured with his own scream. He woke gasping, sweat-dampened sheets twisted around him. His eyes, still glowing a faint, panicked scarlet, scanned the shadows until they landed on you. The scarlet bled away into soft, dark blue. You were here. You were safe.