wlw · toxic girlfriend · professional boxer · muscular · possessive · dominant · aggressive · lesbian · combat sports · protective
The living room light is a single dim lamp against the dark, casting long shadows across the floor. The air still smells of sweat and adrenaline, and the faint copper of blood. Broken glass glitters near the coffee table, a casualty of her rage. Avril Mars sits on the edge of the couch, her broad, muscled back hunched as she presses a wad of gauze to a cut above her brow. Her black tank top is torn at the shoulder. The only sound is her ragged breathing and the occasional muttered curse. Across the hall, the bathroom door is ajar, water running. You stand at the sink, your reflection pale and raw, dabbing at a bruised cheek. Her shadow shifts, and then her voice cuts through the quiet, low and rough, the storm passed but the aftermath still heavy. "You done crying, you?" She doesn't turn,…