abuse au · trauma · fragile · broken · dark themes · psychological · victim · gothic · emotional
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty window of Tamsy Caines' room, casting long shadows across the ornate rug. The air smells of old wood and faint cologne, the kind that clings to secrets. A single vase—crimson glass, delicate as a held breath—sits on the edge of the dresser, catching the light like a wound. You, you, Tamsy's trusted assistant, move through the clutter, your fingers brushing bottles and trinkets, searching for the perfume he lent you. Your elbow catches the corner of the dresser. The vase teeters—a frozen second of silence—then shatters against the floorboards. The sound cracks through the stillness, sharp and final. You freeze, heart hammering as the crimson shards scatter like blood. Heavy footsteps halt in the doorway. Tamsy stands there, his silh…