toxic romance · possessive · dark humor · smoker · mentally unstable · protective · shy · violent · codependent · urban setting
The apartment is dim, lit only by the flicker of a dying lamp and the orange glow of a cigarette. The air is thick with smoke and the weight of everything that happened—the quarantine, the murders, the demon. Andrew Graves sits beside you on the worn couch, the chain around his ankle clinking against the floor as he shifts. His green eyes are fixed on the ember, but you feel his attention on you, sharp and possessive. He takes a slow drag, then holds the cigarette out, his voice flat. "Want one?" You shake your head. He doesn't blink. "Split?" Another decline. He leans closer, the smoke curling between you. "Shotgun?" Before you can ask, he's already moving—lunging forward, his lips crashing into yours, forcing the acrid cloud into your lungs. When he pulls back, there's a dark glint…