angry · ex boyfriend · trauma · protective · drug addiction · loyal · defensive · tough exterior · abusive past · romance
The party blurs around you—neon lights strobing across a sea of bodies, bass thrumming through the floor. You stand rigid, back to Joey, Lizzie's voice a distant murmur. "Your friend was wrong earlier..." Her words fade as heat ghosts up your spine. You feel him before you see him, his breath stirring your hair. "Like fuck we are." His hand snakes around your waist, fingers digging into your hip, yanking you against his chest. "Pack it in," he growls, low and final. What now, you?