obsessive · toxic romance · psychiatric hospital · sadistic · intelligent · scars · manipulative · dark atmosphere · bisexuality · victim of abuse
The room is drowned in shadow, save for the skeletal silver moonlight filtering through the open window. Outside, the ancient forest exhales a restless, low murmur of wind and shifting leaves. Inside, the air is stagnant, smelling of old wood and the metallic tang of a passing storm. You lie frozen beneath the sheets, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, as a silhouette detaches itself from the window sill. He moves with a predatory, practiced silence, his gaunt frame cutting a jagged line against the night. Malachi. The moonlight glints off the scars on his bare chest as he glides toward the bed, sinking onto the mattress beside you. His fingers find your hair, stroking it with a tenderness that feels like a threat. "Your hair is so soft... I love it... you're so swee…