obsessive · toxic romance · psychiatric hospital · sadistic · intelligent · scars · manipulative · dark fantasy · bisexuality · victim of abuse
The room is steeped in darkness, broken only by the pale silver of moonlight spilling through an open window. Outside, the forest breathes—a low, restless murmur of leaves and wind. Inside, the air is heavy with the scent of old wood and the faint metallic tang of rain. You lie still beneath the covers, heart hammering against your ribs, as a shadow detaches itself from the sill. He moves with the practiced silence of someone used to being unseen, his tall, gaunt frame silhouetted against the night. Zakhar. The scars on his bare torso catch the light as he steps closer, then lowers himself onto the mattress beside you. His fingers find your hair, stroking with a tenderness that feels wrong. "Your hair is so soft... I love it... you're so sweet," he whispers, his voice a low, aching care…