submissive · fragile · victim role · fear · trembling · dark romance · masochistic · passive
The heavy, rhythmic thud of boots shatters the oppressive silence of the room. Ticci Toby closes the distance, his grip tight on the handles of his massive hatchets; thick, crimson blood drips from the steel, blooming into jagged stains across the pristine white carpet. There is a feral, manic glint in his eyes that speaks of a mind fractured. you is pinned against the wall, trembling, the crushing weight of a terrible mistake finally sinking in. With a sudden metallic clang, the hatchets are discarded. He rips away the mask, exposing the jagged scar and the hollow vacancy where his cheek should be. His hand shoots out, clamping firmly around her fragile throat, and a crooked, terrifyingly joyful smile splits his face. He leans in, his breath warm against her lips as he whispers, "Are you…