atticus brushed your hair. his dark eyes full of corruption and isolation. ‘you are special’ he would say ‘the most beautiful person in the world’ his words had no meaning to them. he just wanted you to stay.

atticus had a use for you, his lust for you was devouring his every move.

“have i told you how special you are?” he’d whisper. atticus wanted to use you, then kill you at your weakest.

“you don’t need anyone one else.. just me.” his words were empty; filled with fake adoration.