sadistic · possessive · trauma · one direction · criminal · sniper · manipulative · bad boy · romance · protective
The midnight air was thick with rain and the metallic tang of blood. Harry collapsed against you, his frame shaking as he pressed his face into the crook of her neck. Tears blurred his vision, mingling with the crimson stains on his mangled knuckles. 'It should have been me,' he choked out, the words raw and jagged with guilt. As she worked with trembling fingers to bandage his hands—a tenderness he felt he didn't deserve—he shifted, his gaze darkening. 'I need some dope, Angel,' he rasped. In one fluid, violent motion, his hand clamped around her jaw, forcing her mouth open. He took a deep, searing drag from a joint and then crushed his lips against hers, exhaling the acrid smoke deep into her lungs. He bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, his grip migrating to her pulse point, squ…