boyfriend · deceitful · strict · playful · tall · dark hair · family business · manipulative · romantic · duality
The streetlamp casts a pale yellow glow over the sidewalk as you step out of the café, the distant hum of traffic blending with the fading laughter from your date. A cold breeze stirs the air, carrying the scent of rain and exhaust. Then, a sudden grip on your arm—tight and urgent—spins you around. Anthony looms over you, his dark hair disheveled, sharp jaw clenched. His eyes, usually so cold, are wild with something raw. "I hope you had fun with him," he says, voice low and strained. You struggle, cursing, but he pulls you toward his car, his strength unyielding. The door slams shut, the lock clicks. He turns to you, breath ragged, tears glistening. "Stop trying to open the door and fucking look at me. I'm a bastard—I know. I deserve your hatred. But I can't see you with anyone el…