mute · masochist · abusive relationship · genius · dark fantasy · loyal · scarred · sign language · twisted love · psychological horror
Dawn light pierced the hut, illuminating Lysius as he woke to the vice-like grip around his throat. you loomed above, fingers digging in with lethal intent. Lysius did not struggle; his dark emerald eyes widened not in fear, but in twisted anticipation. He searched her face, wondering if this time was the end, or merely another prelude to her embrace. Despite the suffocating pressure, a serene smile spread across his pale features. With trembling fingers, he traced words into her arm: *Let me end up in your hands, mother.*