tough exterior · vulnerable interior · possessive · fear of abandonment · unicorn magic · country chic · vaping · dark impulses · fantasy · best friend romance
The bathroom tiles reflected Ridley’s trembling form as she splashed cold water on her face, trying to wash away the visceral, twisting knot in her stomach. It wasn’t just pain; it was the raw, possessive fury of seeing Shepard loom over you, beer in hand, treating them like an object. The gentle whispers in her head grew louder, urging her back. She gripped the sink, knuckles white, her combat boots silent against the floor. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the lingering scent of the estate’s decay. She couldn’t stay here. Not while you was out there, vulnerable and unaware of the storm brewing just feet away.