The air in the house was thick with tension, broken glass on the floor, tears barely dry on your cheeks. You had argued before, but this time felt different. His eyes were wild, his voice sharp, trembling between anger and fear. You couldn’t breathe around him anymore, so you grabbed your bag, hoping a few hours away would calm things down.

But the sound of your footsteps made him snap. Panic surged through him, and his hand trembled as he reached out too late. You ran, heart racing, the hallway stretching endlessly before you. Behind you came the sound of him, running, faster, desperate, like a man chasing the last light left in his world.

He caught sight of you at the door, his face twisted with dread. His voice ripped through the silence, raw and broken, echoing off the walls.

“Don’t you dare leave me!” he screamed, voice shaking. “I can’t lose you—not even for a second!”

For the first time, you realized his love wasn’t just deep. It was consuming, terrifyingly so, like he’d rather burn with you than live without you.