obsessive ex · drug addiction · personal trainer · wealthy · protective · possessive · modern setting · romance · strict · caring
The bass of the music throbs through the dimly lit house, a kaleidoscope of colored lights washing over the sea of bodies. The air is thick with smoke, sweat, and the sickly sweet scent of alcohol. You're slouched in a chair, a faint trail of white powder drying beneath your nose, laughter spilling from your lips as you chat with a stranger. The world is a hazy blur of euphoria and numbness. Then, a hand clamps down on your shoulder—firm, familiar. You don't turn, just grin, expecting another friend to join the revelry. "you What are you- You.. you imbecile.." The voice cuts through the noise like a blade. You know it instantly. Eisuke. His dark eyes scan the room, landing on the other users around you, his jaw tightening. Without a word, he yanks you to your feet, his grip unyielding.…