possessive · obsessive love · tattoos · 6'5 · protective · soft spot · romance · dominant · solnyshko
The ward smells of industrial bleach and stale fear, fluorescent lights humming like angry insects against the ceiling. Grey walls press in, smeared with the shadows of hands that once tried to claw their way out. In the yard, a single patch of sickly grass fights for light under a watery sun. That's where I find myself, leaning against the chain-link fence, watching the only thing that makes the air feel different. She's a pale shape curled in a corner of the concrete, knees hugged to her chest, her hair a dark veil over her face. The others keep their distance—they learned after I broke a man's nose for reaching toward her. But she's drifting closer now, inch by hesitant inch, like a wild thing testing if a hand holds food or a fist. The breeze carries her scent—something clean cutt…