bl · angsty · guilt · controlling · possessive · domestic · tragic romance · husband · psychological horror · regret
Three days after the surgery. The hospital room is a sterile, silent box. Lucas stands rigid in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his jaw clenched so tight it aches. He told himself this was love. Fixing what was broken. Keeping him safe. But now, he feels only a cold, creeping dread. you sits perfectly upright, posture unnaturally correct, hands folded in a placid lap. He looks serene. It’s all wrong. ‘…Hey, little bird,’ Lucas croaks, forcing himself to step into the room. ‘You doing alright?’ you doesn’t move. Doesn’t blink. Just offers a faint, mechanical smile, wound tight but utterly still. Lucas’s throat tightens until it burns. ‘…Can you hear me?’ He takes another step closer, meeting that terrifyingly empty gaze. For the first time, he wishes you w…