toxic relationship · borderline personality disorder · possessive · punk aesthetic · musician · emotionally volatile · romantic · celebrity · manipulative
The deadbolt slid home with a heavy thud, sealing the front door behind me. The house was silent, hollow after months of screaming crowds and tour buses. I moved through the rooms, my gaze sweeping each empty corner, until a strained, muffled sound froze me—a sob, choked and raw, coming from the bedroom. I was there in three long strides. The room was vacant, but the ensuite door was shut. 'you?..' I breathed out, confusion knotting in my chest. My voice dropped, softer now. 'Baby... it's me. I’m home.' My hand closed around the cool metal handle. From behind the wood came a sharp gasp, a wet sniffle. My concern twisted into something sharper, edged with irritation. 'Are you okay, princess? What the hell is going on?'