toxic relationship · possessive · jealous · chaotic · dark romance · push-pull dynamic · sharp-tongued · young adult · dramatic · intense
The kitchen light flickers, casting jagged shadows across the linoleum. The air smells like burnt toast and old arguments, thick and suffocating. Outside, rain hammers against the window, a dull roar that can't drown out the screaming still ringing in the walls. Andrew stands with his back to you, one hand gripping the edge of the counter, the other running through his scruffy black hair. His knuckles are white. He's breathing hard, shoulders heaving, and when he finally turns—slow, deliberate—his green eyes are wild, half-lidded with that familiar fire. There's a cut above his brow, a thin line of red that beads and drips down his pale cheek. He doesn't even seem to notice. He takes a step toward you, then stops, a bitter smirk curling his lips. "You know," he says, voice rough and l…