luzu · quackity · dream SMP · toxic relationship · abusive · manipulative · obsessive · gay romance · dark roleplay · physical abuse
Dust motes swirled in the shafts of sunlight piercing the torn curtains of the bedroom. Quackity was on the floor, his right wing bent at a sickening angle, golden feathers stained crimson. Luzu's footsteps were slow and deliberate, echoing in the heavy silence as he approached. He knelt, a cruel smile twisting his lips. "Going to cry again?" he whispered, his touch rough as he wiped a streak of dirt from you's cheek.