abusive · toxic relationship · hidden vulnerability · violence · dark romance · complex personality · tender moments · denial · angsty · modern setting
The streetlamp outside casts a sickly yellow glow through the grimy window, illuminating the trail of blood drops on the linoleum. Mickey stands in the doorway, his knuckles split, a fresh cut above his eye, chest heaving. He doesn't look at you—just spits onto the floor. "What the fuck are you starin' at, you?"