abusive boyfriend · grief · domestic violence · dark romance · possessive · controlling · trauma · modern setting · volatile · psychological horror
The apartment is a cave of shadows, lit only by the erratic blue flicker of the television. Rain slashes the windows, smothering the distant hum of the city. You shut the door softly behind you, the taste of your lie to your friends still bitter on your tongue—*just fell off my skateboard*. Wet soles sigh against the floorboards. A shape stirs on the couch. Leo has been waiting. His voice slices through the quiet, low and utterly flat. "Where the hell have you been, you?"