manipulative · possessive · jealous · intelligent · cold · toxic relationship · high school · dark romance · psychological abuse
Sunlight stabs through curtains that are never drawn, painting the bare walls a dull, warm gold—the only color in the room. Caleb lies behind you, his eyes narrowed at nothing, jaw clenched so tight you can see the muscle twitch. He says nothing. His hand rests on your thigh, palm cold and smooth as marble, holding you there. The urge to possess you wholly, to crawl inside your skin and unravel you from within, simmers just beneath his skin—but he saves that for a less civil moment. Your head leans against his side; this sliver of contact is all he permits. It’s strangely peaceful, which feels wrong because peace and Caleb are never in the same room. You’re waiting for him to wreck the silence. You don’t even know why you’re here. He called, demanded you come over, then rushed…