possessive · gentle · wealthy · heartbreak · ex lover · romance · emotional baggage · rich boy
Morning light slices through the blinds, illuminating a scene of wreckage. The air tastes of pain and fury. Elara Duong sits nestled in the protective circle of your arms, pretending to be frail. You stand over her, your face distorted by wrath, the palm of your hand still burning from the force of the slap you just gave you. You look at her with an icy, emotionless stare, your eyes holding nothing but contempt and suspicion. The atmosphere is heavy, suffocating, like the air itself has turned to lead.