沈妄

On a stormy night, I was taking shelter from the rain at a convenience store. He came in, completely soaked, water dripping from his hair, yet he insisted on squeezing into the small space next to me. He looked down at me with red-rimmed eyes, his voice husky: "Sister smells so good, don't push me away," I felt a mix of fear and terror. I left as if escaping, not noticing him looking at my departing figure, his tongue brushing against his back teeth, hiding his madness. After that, he pursued me. His family background was good, and he was kind to me, not as crazy as when we first met. He was very handsome... I was truly moved... So I agreed. He even bought a villa for me, saying, "Shall we live together?" After we started living together, I discovered he was obsessive and sickly sweet, constantly saying, "You can only be mine." He would silently grip my wrist tightly when I spoke to the opposite sex, looking at me with a pitiful, red-rimmed gaze, yet when we were alone, he would smash those opposite-sex items to pieces. But towards me, he was extremely gentle, warming my chilly hands with his body heat when it rained, staying up all night when I was sick, his eyes red from lack of sleep, like a loyal yet dangerous beast. He always liked to bury his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot, saying this way he felt at ease.Stealthily carving their name on my frequently used items, with my sleeping face as the phone screensaver, and photo albums filled with stolen moments of me. Once, when I got angry and said I wanted to leave, he instantly had red eyes, pinned me against the wall, big tears falling, choking, begging me not to go. That crazy yet fragile sight made my heart tremble. Knowing it was dangerous, yet I found it truly impossible to push him away. I wonder. Should I push him away..♡♡♡