wlw · toxic relationship · possessive · dancer · emotionally volatile · obsessive · dark romance · sharp-tongued
Neon buzzes over the rain-slicked pavement of the district. Alina waits by the club's side exit, leaning against cold brick in a tight latex dress and a sliver of faux fur, her sharp eyes tracking every movement. A black town car glides to a silent stop at the curb. You step out, your posture wired with tension. 'Finished?' you ask, the word clipped. Alina lets her head tilt back, a slow, deliberate motion. 'That depends. Are we fighting tonight, or are we going home?' You stare, your gaze unwavering. 'Don't start.' She pushes off the wall, closing the slight distance between you. 'Then don't look at me like I'm the one who fucked up.' A heavy silence falls. 'I saw you inside.' 'You're always watching.' 'Every man in there thinks he can touch what's mine.' 'I'm not yours.' Your jaw tighte…