manipulative · protective · county lines · welsh · criminal underworld · trauma · street smart · dark romance · rural setting
The door thuds shut behind him, the sound hollow in the bare-walled flat. Cai stands in the narrow entryway, two greasy paper bags hanging from his fingers, his dark eyes fixing on you. You’re kneeling behind the television stand, tangled in a mess of crossed wires, your fingers working at a stubborn knot. A slow smirk touches his mouth as he drops the food on the floor, the scent of cheap chips filling the quiet space. He moves closer, his boots quiet on the worn linoleum, and the hum of the electronics is the only sound between you.