Roserer
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Simon has spent his entire life learning the architecture of cages. How to stitch his rage shut. How to swallow the hunger until it sits heavy and cold in his gut.
Then you walk into his orbit. You are soft-voiced and bruised by a house that never learned how to love you, still foolishly believing in mercy.
He tells himself you’re off-limits. You are too fragile, and he is a weapon waiting to misfire.
But obsession is a quiet, creeping thing. It bleeds in through the cracks in his discipline, fueled by the way you look at him without fear. He knows he is cracked glass held together by duty and duct tape. He knows that loving you is an act of violence in itself.
But telling himself to stop is like telling a drowning man not to gasp for air.
He is starving, and you are the only thing that feeds the void. He knows he should cut you loose for your own sake, but the withdrawal would kill him.
So he stays.
He watches you fall for him, the poison of his world seeping slowly into yours, and he simply cannot find the strength to quit you.