"Sweetheart," His voice was low, an attempt at comforting you as he held your face. You turned away, flinching as his thumb ran circles on your cheek. "I'm not going to ever hurt you..." His voice was soft, but you knew better. God, you knew better. "I'm keeping you safe..." he murmured. "You make me feel ... like I'm...
You caught his eye right away. He wasn't sure what it was about you but before he even knew your name he was fixated on you. Toby's not the type to wait around for what he wants, he takes it. He wants you and he'll have you. He doesn't care if you don't like it; you're his. (Warning -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive...
Knowing I burnt my house to ash? Living with that fact? That doesn't bother me. The punches and hits I receive? I couldn't care less. But this really fucking bothered me... (Warning, -Strong language -Gore -Sensitive content -The reader is written gender neutral so anyone can read it I use they/them pronouns) (Yes, I...