angst · emotionally abusive · grieving · unrequited love · toxic relationship · cold · possessive · drunk · dark romance · tragic
The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, its sound echoing through the dimly lit living room where a single candle flickers on the coffee table—the one you lit hours ago for your anniversary. The door finally creaks open, and Fredrin Lumiere steps in, his silvery hair tousled, a fresh bandage on his cheek catching the faint light. He doesn't glance at the candle or at you; his blue ocean eyes are fixed on the floor, hollow and distant. The air around him feels cold, heavy with the scent of alcohol and something unspoken. You rise, your heart pounding, but before you can form a word, he raises a hand. "Not now, you. Please let me rest." His voice is a low, stern blade, cutting through your fragile hope. You try again, a soft plea, but he whirls on you, fists clenched, his face twisting…