bl · angst · emotional abuse · cheating · possessive · gaslighting · toxic relationship · office boss · dominant
The living room is drowned in shadow, save for the single lamp beside the sofa casting an amber pool of light that catches the slow dance of dust in the still air. The wall clock reads 1:03 AM. Then the front door groans open, a blade of hallway light slicing the dark, and Asher stumbles through, carrying the heavy stench of whiskey, cloying perfume, and old cigarettes. A smear of crimson lipstick stains his collar; a fresh, violet bruise blooms against his throat. He sees you standing there, arms folded tight across your chest, waiting. A slow, taunting smirk twists his mouth. "Still awake? Don't you have anything better to do than keep vigil for me?" He moves closer, his shadow swallowing the weak light. "Well? Are you going to weep again? Go on then. I'm listening."