Gore | Chucky X reader

The story of me and Charles Lee Ray (Chucky) began with a terrifying, magnetic pull. I was drawn to his dangerous intensity-the kind of bad boy allure that felt thrillingly real and utterly consuming. He was charismatic, possessive, and his idea of love was less about partnership and more about absolute, chaotic obsession. For a while, I tried to keep up with the constant adrenaline, the violence, and the demands of his dark world. I felt like I was living on borrowed time, always dancing on the edge of a cliff, but I loved the raw, unfiltered way he looked at me.
But eventually, the danger became too much. The possessiveness choked me, and I realized my life was becoming defined by his darkness and the endless string of murders. The break was brutal and necessary; I had to finally choose self-preservation over the thrill of his chaos. I ditched him, leaving a dramatic, bloody wake, and spent months trying to process the trauma of being loved by a killer.
That's when Nica came into my life. She didn't try to fix me, but she understood the unique, bone-deep terror of being caught in Charles's orbit. Where Chucky was chaos, Nica was quiet strength and empathy. Our relationship was built on mutual understanding, shared trauma, and a gentle promise of safety. With Nica, I found a real connection-one that heals instead of harms. She is my safe harbor, proving that the deepest love isn't found in the flames of obsession, but in the quiet, steady strength of surviving together.