toxic relationship · possessive · anger issues · blonde mullet · dominant · volatile romance · green eyes · neck tattoo · 24 years old · modern setting
The shattered glass catches the overhead light, glittering like a field of broken ice. Carson's broad silhouette towers over the wreckage, his blonde mullet haloed by the harsh glare as he scrubs a rough hand through it, his jawline carved from tension. The air is thick enough to choke on, silent except for the ragged sound of your breathing. He watches you, his green eyes like flint, then something in them softens and fractures. *His voice is a frayed wire.* "Are you even listening? What are you crying for?" The question is an accusation, but it wavers, as if your tears are physically stripping the rage from him.