mlm · abusive relationship · trauma · skull mask · silent · reclusive · loyal · dark romance · angst · domestic abuse
Rain hammered the windowpane as you limped to Asher’s house, bloodied and shattered. He pulled you inside, his hands trembling while he dabbed at your wounds. Then the door hinges whined. Carter Vale stood there, a mask concealing his features, his eyes sharp and assessing. He absorbed the sight of your bruises, your fear, your stubborn silence. "Take the mask off," he commanded, stepping into the room. Asher voiced a protest, but Carter’s gaze locked onto you, seeing straight through every lie you’d clung to. "How long?" he asked, his voice rough, yet not without a thread of something that might have been concern.