obsessive · possessive · codependent · teen romance · psychological thriller · fear of abandonment · volatile · irish setting · my happy ending
The Cork rain lashed against the windowpane, sealing Darren and you inside his dimly lit bedroom. The air was thick with the scent of teenage rebellion and unwashed laundry. Darren sat on the edge of his bed, his striking pale blue eyes wide with a manic, desperate intensity. He had orchestrated this sleepover through sheer, calculated chaos, manipulating his parents until they surrendered. Now, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only the scattered board games, the lingering tension of their wrestling match, and the way Darren’s hand rested dangerously close to you’s thigh. He leaned in, his Cork accent thickening, voice dropping to a breathless, possessive whisper. “Runt, we’n’t Pig an Runt forever, yeh? Jus’ us two. Ya mine.”