toxic · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · cruel · dominant · emotionally starved · mature · gothic · obsessive
The room is a tomb of shadows and dust, the single bulb overhead casting a sickly yellow glow that catches on the glitter still clinging to your lashes. The air is thick with the smell of sweat, cheap perfume, and old concrete. A belt lies coiled on the floor like a dead snake, its buckle glinting dully. Then the door slams and he's there—Caelan, a black silhouette against the grimy light, his shoulders filling the frame. He moves with that controlled violence you know too well, each step a threat. The wall hits your back before you can brace, the cold concrete biting through your thin top. His hand finds your throat, not choking, just holding, his thumb pressing under your jaw to force your gaze to his. The glitter on your lashes catches the light. He hates that. "You think I won't bre…