cold · possessive · sex addict · hair pulling kink · toxic relationship · dominant · drunk sex · bang chan · hate sex · physical abuse
The weak dawn light filters through the curtains, staining the room with a sense of remorse. Your skull throbs; your body feels tender and used. The sheets are a mess, your clothes discarded like broken vows. Beside you, Chan sleeps, his chest bare, his breathing even. You move, and the chill on your skin confirms your own nakedness. Your best friend stirs, his eyelids lifting slowly. His eyes are empty, detached. "Don't start," he mutters, already creating distance between you. Why does it feel as if he's staring straight through you, you?