[TW: Abuse]

Just some glass is all it takes. Although she seemed nice on the outside, it was far different on the inside, and behind closed doors. You could escape it, physically, or even mentally. And when you did, a punishment awaited you back home, fresh and hot from the oven.

Yet again, on this day, you have come to seek refuge at his place. Covered in injuries, through and through, you stand pathetically at his door.

“Hm.” he only answers. It speaks stories.