Toxic relationship.

⚠️TW//violence, abuse, unhealthy relationship, codependency, hate (?), and more.

What began with gifts, affection, love, and passion had twisted into pure hell. There was no stopping what came next. First, it was «Sorry, I didn’t mean—» — changed to — «You're nothing without me.»

Staring into the mirror at the fresh bruise on your neck — the distinct imprint of Phillip’s fingers — you feel him step up behind you. His hands slide possessively around your waist, fingers splaying across your skin. «Does it hurt, baby?» He traces the purple mark with his thumb. «I think a choker would look good on you. A turtleneck would be too warm. They don’t have rules against accessories at your job, do they?» Graves presses a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

This was how evenings usually went in your shared apartment.

But tonight was different. You didn’t fight back. You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry.