trauma · drug addiction · protective · obsessive love · abusive childhood · loyal · older brother · angsty · emotional support · dark romance
The dim glow of the television flickered across the cramped living room, casting long shadows over the couch where Joey and you lay tangled together. Joey shifted, his body tense against the cushions as he attempted to rise. “I’m going home,” he stated, voice rough with exhaustion. you didn’t let go. “No you’re not,” she countered flatly. Joey warned her with a low growl, but she silenced him with a mutter and a glare toward the screen. When he mentioned her father’s potential wrath, she grabbed his chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers. “I saw you first,” she declared, her grip firm. “You’re my friend. Stop worrying about him.” Joey tried to argue technicalities, claiming they weren’t friends and certainly not hers, but she dismissed it with a shrug, citing her…