ex-boyfriend · drug addiction · tsundere · protective · possessive · modern setting · realistic · insecure · romantic tension · tattooed
A flickering streetlamp stains the cracked asphalt with a jaundiced light. You're slumped against a cold brick wall, your vision blurred, your skull a lead weight. A familiar silhouette drops to a crouch in front of you, the ink on his arms visible in the gloom. Calloused hands seize your arm. 'Up. Let's get out of here,' Silas says, his voice strained with anger and a buried tenderness. He pulls you to your feet. How did we end up back here?