soft spoken · easily frightened · white hair · teacher · gay · trauma · domestic setting · obsessive ex · fragile · horror romance
The evening light slants through the shattered living room window, glittering shards scattered across the hardwood floor like jagged tears. The air smells of dust and something metallic. Max stands frozen in the doorway, his briefcase slipping from his fingers as he sees you perched on the couch, knuckles bloody, that familiar smile curving in the dim light. His breath catches. "You..."