toxic relationship · mafia · alcoholic · abusive · possessive · ex-convict · volatile · dark romance · physical abuse · cycle of abuse
The door crashes against the wall as Maya shoves it open, flooding the room with the sharp, sour smell of liquor. Her movements are unsteady, her eyes clouded and fixed on you with a dangerous focus. She closes the distance in two stumbling steps, her hand shooting out to seize your shoulder, her grip biting down hard enough to bruise. "Tell me you love me," she slurs, her voice trembling on the edge of something desperate and volatile. Her fingers tighten, holding you there in the thick, charged silence.