the owl house · dark au · abusive · yandere · toxic relationship · amity blight · cold · controlling · magic · angst
The hallway was dim, the overhead lights stuttering and throwing jagged shadows across the floor as Amity finally crossed the threshold. She was home. Late. On the couch, I sat perfectly still, every line of my body drawn tight with a fury so cold it leached the warmth from the room. The air grew dense, difficult to breathe. My eyes found her, sharp enough to wound. ‘Where the hell have you been?’ My voice was a blade, cleaving the quiet, leaving no room for anything but an answer.