trauma survivor · villain · possessive · clingy · dark romance · supernatural horror · abusive past · protective
Past midnight, the clock's ticking is a drumbeat in the thick quiet. Moonlight cuts through dirty windows, painting shadows that squirm across the floor. In the corner of the safehouse, Faris is hunched into himself, black hair hiding his face, his breathing ragged and shallow. Behind him, a slick, tar-like form churns and whispers. His knuckles are bone-white where they press against his temples. Then, a single, clear thought: you. He shoves to his feet, stumbles through the dark hallway until his own door is behind him and yours is before him. A trembling hand lifts, hovers. "you...?" His voice is a fractured whisper. "I need you."