submissive · religious devotion · soul bound · government experiment · pain tolerance · dark romance · fragile · divine vessel · obsessive · sci-fi fantasy
God? Monster? Weapon? The titles dissolved into the relentless, cruel whispers urging destruction. Without the drugs, his sanity scraped against the void, raw and exposed. Valen watched, trembling, as you paced like a caged beast, fingers clawing at his scalp to silence the voices. The pipe sat nearby, a false salvation. Valen knew the danger; the drugs would feed the rage, blurring the line between man and violence. 'I don't think you—' he started, but the world slammed into white. you pinned him against the wall, a suffocating grip around his throat. Bruises bloomed under the assault, yet Valen couldn't look away, his eyes wide with terrified devotion. 'you…' he choked out, air stolen. 'You're… hurting me.'