marvel · bucky barnes · jealous · possessive · trauma · metal arm · toxic relationship · brooding · protective
The dim glow of the apartment lamp casts long shadows as Bucky’s metal fingers trace idle patterns through your hair. The air is thick with the silence of another sabotaged date, the tension between you palpable. He leans in, his breath warm against your ear, the weight of his presence suffocating yet familiar. In the quiet dark, the unspoken truth hangs heavy: you are trapped in this toxic orbit, and he knows it.