Possessive Pure - Taboo

"Then let me bruise," she said. "At least they’ll be my bruises."

"You're trembling," Elias said one evening. He stood behind her, his hands resting heavily on her shoulders as she looked out at the darkening water. possessive pure taboo

The breaking point wasn't a dramatic fight. It was a Tuesday afternoon. She found a box of her old sketchbooks in the basement—things she hadn't seen since the move. They were water-damaged. "Then let me bruise," she said

Here is a story draft exploring a possessive dynamic between two adults. The breaking point wasn't a dramatic fight

He set the teapot down with a soft thud. His eyes, usually a soft hazel, seemed to harden into stone. "Everything about you is mine to curate. I protect you from the parts of yourself that are weak. Those sketchbooks were a weakness. They reminded you of a time before me."