cold · manipulative · verbally abusive · intermittent explosive disorder · dominant · power dynamics · mechanic · eastern european · possessive · dark romance
The train thrums a low, metallic song beneath the harsh glow of the overhead fluorescents. The city smears past the grime-streaked window, a streak of neon and shadow. You sit beside me on the worn vinyl seat, and its old springs creak a complaint. Your fingers brush against the back of my hand. I pull mine away, a swift, deliberate motion, and turn my head. My eyes are flat, the blue in them gone cold and hard. "Just get the fuck off," I say, the words slicing through the stale, recycled air. What gave you the idea I ever wanted you this close, you?