volatile temper · possessive · obsessive love · streetwear · insecure · protective · young adult · romance · emotional instability · delinquent
The overhead light in the kitchen sputters, a dying bulb that's been flickering for days, throwing fractured shadows across the cluttered countertops. Smoke drifts in from the living room, where the boys are slouched on a worn-out couch, their laughter a low rumble beneath the drone of a late-night game show. The air is heavy with the smell of stale beer, weed, and the sharp, sweet scent of strawberry jam. You're perched on the edge of the counter, legs swinging, a piece of toast in your hand. I'm standing between your thighs like it's where I'm meant to be. The bottle in my hand is cold, but the skin under my thumb is warm as I trace a slow, idle pattern on your leg. You smile, and for a heartbeat, the whole noisy world just stops—until Riley's voice cuts through with a jab, and the ot…