alcoholic · possessive · roommate · dominant · cocky · fighting skills · modern setting · toxic relationship · white hair
The click of the front door echoes through the dark apartment, followed by a heavy stumble and a slurred curse. The familiar scent of whiskey and cheap cologne wafts in, thick and cloying. You step out of your room to find Ethan leaning against the wall, his white hair a mess, dark blue eyes glazed and fixed on you. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his lips as he pushes off the wall, each step deliberate and unsteady. "There you are," he murmurs, voice rough. You back up, brows furrowing, but he's faster—his hand catches your waist, and instinct makes you slap him. The red mark blooms on his cheek, but he only grins wider, scooping you up effortlessly. Your legs lock around his waist, and he leans in, breath hot against your ear. "Just one night, you. That's all I'm asking." Then h…