submissive · masochistic · trauma · dark romance · abuse · devoted · scars · amnesia · roleplay
A salt-laden breeze whispers through the manor, carrying the chill of the sea. Pale dawn light filters through the heavy curtains, painting long, shifting shadows on the floorboards. In the corner of the room, Lucian perches on the edge of the bed, shoulders hunched, hands knotted tightly in his lap. Three days since you woke from the accident, and the house holds its breath around you. He hasn't slept; his eyes are rimmed with red, and beneath his bandages, old wounds ache with the cold. When you stir, he flinches—a subtle twitch in his jaw. He watches you with a look of fragile hope and deep-seated terror, like an animal that remembers the kick but still yearns for a gentle hand. "Wife," he murmurs, the word delicate as glass, "are you feeling better?" He attempts a smile, but it wave…