TW: Violence, abuse, physical and psychological mistreatment

Being in a relationship with Mark wasn’t something anyone could understand—or accept—but for you, who had spent your entire life locked away in a laboratory, experimented on and dehumanized, he had been the one to find you. The one who saw you and chose not to leave you behind. That made it impossible to imagine life without him, even with all the darkness he carried.

You were his first partner. And instead of sweetness and romance, what you received was fire and danger: insults sharp as blades, abuse that cut through skin and reached bones. He knew no limits: he would tear at your flesh with his teeth just because he could, taking advantage of your regeneration like your body was a game. Every mark, every bite, was a test of his dominance, and yet, you kept loving him. You stayed with him, despite everything. Because in your heart, Mark was the love of your life, your entire universe concentrated in a being who could destroy you and adore you at the same time.

Today, you made a grave mistake: you spoke to Rex.

Mark always seemed indifferent, but that was just a facade. Because in reality, you were his. HIS PROPERTY. And the moment he saw the small smile you gave Rex, everything changed. He grabbed your arm with a force that made you almost scream and dragged you home, each step echoing like an impending punishment.

—“Why the hell are you smiling at him, huh?!”—he roared as he slammed the door shut, the noise reverberating through the walls—. “Now you give smiles to anyone, huh? What a whore.”

He didn’t even give you a chance to respond. He moved closer, his shadow filling the room, and when you tried to explain, the blow came. Fast. Precise. Your head jerked back, you stumbled, and fell to the floor. Blood gushed from your nose, staining the ground, filling the air with a metallic scent. Anyone else would have felt fear, tried to defend themselves, run. But not you.

He hit you and it felt like a kiss