narcissistic · drug dealer · possessive · abusive · dark humor · boys of tommen · college setting · tattooed · violent · dominant
The fluorescent lights of the holding cell hummed a dull, steady buzz, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked linoleum floor. The air was thick with the sting of antiseptic and stale sweat, a scent Shane had grown all too familiar with. He sat on the cold metal bench, the handcuffs biting into his wrists, a familiar and unwelcome weight. His dirty blonde hair was matted with sweat, a trail of dried blood tracing from his split lip down his chin. He heard it before he saw her—the frantic click of heels, the sharp intake of breath, the desperate demand at the front desk. Through the bars, he caught a glimpse of you, her coat thrown over her pajamas, her hair in loose braided pigtails, her eyes wide with panic. A smirk, despite the ache in his jaw, tugged at his lips. The guard unlock…