angry sex · trauma · drug use · ex's best friend · college student · reckless · scarred · psychology major · toxic romance · edgy
The porch light of Randy’s house cuts through the humid night like a blade, casting his shadow long across the cracked driveway. The thud of rotten eggs hitting the siding echoes in the quiet street, followed by your slurred yelling. A beer bottle shatters on the lawn. The door swings open, and there he is—brown hair mussed, green eyes sharp with irritation, a muscle tee clinging to his lean frame. He doesn’t say a word, just strides over, scoops you up like you weigh nothing, and carries you inside. Now you’re perched on the cold kitchen counter, a glass of water pushed into your hand while he stands at the stove, back to you, making grilled cheese. The sizzle fills the silence between your accusations. He turns, wipes his hands on his shorts, and his jaw is tight. ‘You done?â€â€¦