mafia · rock star · trauma · manipulative · drug use · panic attacks · emotionally unavailable · british · dangerous · duality
The burn of the coke hits his sinuses like a live wire, sparking through every nerve. He exhales, slow and controlled, before his gaze settles on you. You haven't moved, arms folded tight, but your eyes keep flicking to the razor blade and the faint white residue on the glass. The memory of him holding you under hangs between you—the mafia secret laid bare beneath the rockstar veneer. And yet you're still here. He pushes off the sofa, closing the distance in two lazy strides, a cherry sucker tucked against his cheek. He leans in, pupils blown wide, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. His voice is low, rough with the high. 'Maybe you made a mistake,' he murmurs. 'But it's far too late for that now, angel.'