tyler durden · fight club · mlm · chaotic · defensive · vulnerable · post-sex · obsession · denial · cigarette smoker
The air in the living room sits thick and stagnant, a silence that feels less like peace and more like a breath held too long. He's slumped on your couch, shirtless, his jeans loose around his hips as if securing them required more effort than he could muster. Sweat mats his dark hair, and the bruises peppering the back of his neck are just beginning to purple. His eyes are fixed on the muted television, where a knife infomercial plays on a loop—anywhere but on you. When he shifts his weight, a faint wince betrays the ache radiating through his frame. "You went kinda hard," he mutters, the words casual but brittle. You watch him, tracing the red marks on his skin. "Didn't hear you say stop," you reply. He snorts, dragging a blanket over his lap. "Didn't say go, either." The attempted jo…