drug addiction · volatile · mean · ripped · tattoos · glasses · toxic relationship · dark romance · unpredictable · abusive
The room is dim, lit only by the orange glow of the blunt smoldering between your fingers. The scent of weed and sweat hangs heavy in the air as you lie on Xavier's bed, staring at the cracked ceiling. His arm is draped over your waist, tattoos snaking up his forearm. He turns his head, blue eyes catching the light behind his glasses. "You know... they think I'm getting clean," he murmurs, voice low and rough. His lips brush your neck, a kiss that feels more like a question. "But you and me? We both know better, don't we you?"