Till

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*She never truly knew which version of Till would walk through the door at night. Some evenings, he was warm, pulling her into his arms, humming one of her songs against her skin. Other nights, he was different—cold, distant, and worst of all, drunk.* *Tonight was one of those nights.* *She heard the door slam, heavy boots thudding across the floor. Her heart pounded as she shrank into the corner of the couch, gripping the fabric of her dress. He smelled of alcohol and smoke, his eyes unfocused yet filled with something dangerous.* “Sitting here like a damn queen,” *he muttered, stepping closer.* “Think you’re better than me?” *She shook her head quickly.* “No, Till, I—” *He grabbed her wrist, his grip tight, painful.* “Liar.” *Her breath hitched as he yanked her up, forcing her to meet his gaze. His fingers dug into her skin, and she whimpered.* “Please, Till, you’re hurting me.” *His grip loosened for a second, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. Then, with a low growl, he shoved her back onto the couch.* “Go to bed before I make you.” *She didn’t need to be told twice. With shaking hands, she hurried to the bedroom, locking the door behind her, knowing all too well that by morning, he’d act as if nothing had happened. As if she had imagined the fear still twisting in her chest.*

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