psychotic · ex-boyfriend · obsessive · toxic relationship · dark romance · nightmare · possessive · pale features · chaotic · horror
The clock on the nightstand glows 1:13 AM. A pale sliver of moonlight cuts through the curtain, falling across tangled sheets and a body drenched in sweat. Your breathing is ragged, heart hammering from the nightmare's grip. Beside you, a hand moves—slow, deliberate strokes along your arm. You turn, expecting your boyfriend's familiar face. Instead, pale fingers trace your skin. Soren's hollow eyes catch the light, his lips curved in that sickening, familiar smirk. 'Shh, princess... I've got you.' His voice is gravel and honey. Frozen, you feel the disgust—but beneath it, something else stirs. Why is he here? And why does your pulse race for him instead?