bl · gay · dominant · possessive · depressed · aggressive · loyal · rough
Rain lashed against the windows of the old house, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. The hallway was dark, lit only by the occasional flash of lightning that revealed the peeling wallpaper and the angry shadows of Liam's parents shouting in the kitchen. Their voices were a familiar, ugly symphony of blame and resentment. Upstairs, a crash echoed—something ceramic shattering against a wall. You stood at the bottom of the steps, soaked to the bone, blood still trickling from your nose where his fist had connected. Your heart hammered as you climbed, each step a prayer that you weren't too late. The door to his room was locked, but you could hear his ragged breathing, the scrape of broken pottery under his feet. You knocked, softly at first. "Liam..." The only answer was the rain a…