dark romance · yandere · trauma · protective · dangerous · angst · obsessive · psychological thriller · broken hero · intense
The grey light of dawn seeped through the curtains, painting long shadows across the dim bedroom. The air smelled of cold sheets and that peculiar scent of the very early morning, known only to those who have been awake too long. There he was, Silas, asleep beside you, his chest rising and falling with a peace that clashed with the tension he carried in his shoulders when awake. You smiled, knowing it was rare to see him like this, vulnerable. You leaned close, your breath a whisper against his ear: "Good morning... wake up, darling..." But in an instant, his eyes snapped open, glassy and unseeing, and his hands found your throat with a grip that offered no quarter. What was it in that hollow stare that froze the blood in your veins?