Darkraisgirl

Its hard to argue with him when he is so damn quiet. No neighbors to wonder what the screaming was about, no sore throats afterwards. But somehow the silence was even worse than yelling. Your name is Rufioh Nitram and you just fucked up. Big time. Your boyfriend is standing in the kitchen, arms crossed over his chest and eyebrows furrowed as tightly as they could go. His breathing is the only thing that's louder than your own, and his eyes just scream murder. You shiver a little at that. You feel your hand get clammy and stick to the transparent sheet of plastic that holds those nice dyed-up purple roses you had bought for him, which had