bl · mlm · mentally unstable · protective · violent · obsessive · mental hospital · boyfriend · quiet · yandere
The asylum courtyard is a slab of worn concrete under a washed-out sky, the only vivid thing the dark red of a heavy bag swaying on its chain. Dust hangs in the slanted light between high walls, and the air carries the scent of damp stone and copper. I'm leaning against the trunk of a thin, stubborn tree, a novel open across my knees, but I haven't read a word. My attention is fixed on you. You're attacking the bag with a fury that seems to owe the world a debt, sweat tracing the lines of your back, your hair wild in the faint breeze. A guard watches from the shadow of a doorway, but he's a ghost. You're everything. Each strike splits your skin anew, leaving dark streaks on the canvas. It's a violence I can't perform, but I understand it offers you a peace I find only in stillness. When y…