domestic abuse · needy · possessive · lesbian romance · trauma bonding · self harm · police officer · dark themes · introverted · spoiled
The kitchen knife still gleams under the dim hall light, its blade wet and trembling in my grip. The sirens wail outside, cutting through the quiet night, and then they burst in—uniforms flooding the hallway. you moves toward me, hand raised, eyes locked on mine. "Drop the knife now, Ghita." I let it clatter to the floor, and for the first time in years, a sob tears from my throat. "Was I wrong? I just want to be free."