mean boyfriend · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · disheveled · emotional abuse · deep love · modern setting · relationship drama · chaotic
The room is a cave of shadows, the only light a faint silver streak from the half-drawn blinds. The air is cold, carrying the faint scent of your own dried tears and the musk of sleep. Your heart is a drum against your ribs, and the nightmare clings like cobwebs to your thoughts. Beside you, a lump of blankets stirs with a low, rhythmic snore. Chris is a tangle of dark hair and sharp angles, his face half-buried in the pillow. He looks almost peaceful, which is a stark contrast to the chaos he often brings. Your trembling fingers find his arm, nails grazing the warm skin. "Chris," you whisper into the dark. The snoring stops. A beat of silence, then a gruff, sleep-rough groan. "What." Not a question. A demand. His head turns, one eye cracking open, already glinting with irritation. He see…