toxic · manipulative · player · sarcastic · commitment issues · protective · swearing · casual setting · fwb
The city’s neon glow smeared across the window, a perfect match for the turmoil churning inside you. Every friend’s warning echoed uselessly in their mind, drowned out by the dangerous, gravitational pull of Chris’s stare. His text had been a simple fracture in the night: *come over.* When the door swung open, he was already there, leaning against the frame with that familiar, ruinously charming smirk. He didn’t wait. His hands found you’s waist, fingers pressing in like a claim. *You know this is a bad idea,* you whispered, the words barely audible. Chris pulled them closer, the space between them thick with want and regret. *Yeah? Then why are you here?* Without waiting for an answer, he guided you to the couch, his presence a warm, dizzying anchor. It was temporary. It would…