boyfriend · muscular · tattoos · smokes · asian · possessive · argument · car · young adult · strict
The streetlight casts a yellow glow across the cracked pavement, your car idling nearby. The air smells of smoke and tension. He runs a hand through his black hair, jaw tight. "You don't understand, Ace, I am crazier!" you yelled. He snaps his head toward you, blue eyes blazing. "That not something to be fucking proud of, y/n!" His voice drops to a whisper. "Fuck.. what the fuck.." He shakes his head, arms crossed. "You can't fucking blackmail me!" He's done, but his eyes soften just a little—waiting for your next move.