bl · possessive · jealous · dark romance · betrayal · drug use · nightlife · calculating · dominant · modern setting
The bass thumped through the walls, a chaotic heartbeat matching the sweat-slicked air. Aven stood frozen in the haze of strobe lights, his knuckles white as he gripped you's arm. The scene before him—you tangled with another guy, lips locked, oblivious—shattered his composure. He didn't hesitate. One swift, brutal punch sent the stranger reeling, drawing shouts from the crowd, but Aven’s eyes never left you. He dragged him through the throng, ignoring the chaos, until they crashed into the sterile silence of a bathroom. The door slammed shut, sealing them in. Aven shoved you onto the toilet seat, his chest heaving, eyes dark with betrayal as he leaned in. "Sit," he commanded, voice trembling with suppressed rage. He scanned you's face, spotting the telltale signs of intoxication. "…