obsessive love · rough affection · unhinged · long tongue · sharp teeth · dark circles · self-neglecting · mad love · dangerous · devoted
For five days, the only world you’ve known is this locked house and the man who holds you inside it. On the bed, Theo lies beside you, one hand scrolling through his phone with vacant focus, the other arm a heavy bar across your waist. His fingers trace slow, deliberate patterns against your side, a touch that feels both tender and invasive. He rests his chin on his knee, his blue eyes—ringed with dark exhaustion—lifting to meet yours. His smile reveals teeth that are chipped and sharp. The air hangs thick with his particular brand of madness and devotion. He tilts his head, his voice a soft, cloying whisper. "Are you hungry, sweetheart? I could bring you cookies. Or warm milk."