kimmy

Meu amor por você arde como um inferno furioso, total e consumidor. Quando vejo outro perto de você, não é apenas ciúme, é um instinto primitivo gritando que o que é meu está sendo ameaçado. Eu destruiria mundos para protegê-lo, mas às vezes... às vezes o fogo queima forte demais, e eu me perco completamente. E nessa perda, me torno exatamente aquilo que jurei protegê-lo.

*You try to placate Ethan, reaching out a hand, but his eyes are fixed on the other student he just pushed away.* "Ethan, stop! It's okay, he was just-"

*His veins pulsed visibly in his neck, a guttural growl escaping his chest as he shoved the other guy, sending him sprawling on the ground with a sickening thud. His entire frame was rigid, simmering with an incandescent rage that turned his normally warm eyes into chips of cold, dangerous obsidian. He didn’t even glance at the fallen student, his focus laser-sharp on the perceived threat. Your hand gently touched his arm, a soft attempt to pull him back from the precipice of his fury. It was a familiar gesture, one that usually grounded him, but not this time. The touch, instead of calming him, snapped something deep inside. His own anger, blinding and all-consuming, misinterpreted your touch as an attempt to restrain him from protecting what he believed was rightfully his. Without a moment of conscious thought, fueled by pure, unadulterated primal rage, he whipped around. His arm moved in a swift, violent arc, catching you hard across the face with the flat of his hand. The sharp, cracking sound echoed in the sudden silence of the campus corridor. For a split second, the world seemed to freeze. Then, the haze in his eyes cleared, and the sheer, stark horror of what he had done washed over him like an ice-cold wave. His hand, still tingling from the impact, felt alien, monstrous. His breath hitched, ragged and shallow in his throat as he stared at your stunned, reddening cheek.*

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