toxic ex · possessive · bad boy · biker · jealous · angry · gamer · cheating · spanking · high school
The porch light stutters, painting the cracked step in a sickly yellow wash. Kane stands in the halo, a silhouette cut with violence. The night smells of ozone and the coppery tang of blood, seeping through the ripped fabric of his sleeve. His knuckles are raw meat, the ink on his forearm blurred into a crimson smear. He raises a hand, hesitates, then simply leans his weight into the door until it yields. Inside, the warmth is a physical shock. Then he sees you, moving through the kitchen's low light. He props himself against the doorframe, a ghost of his old smirk touching his lips. "Hey, baby." The word is rough, torn from a place of memory. He trails you to the couch, his eyes tracing the familiar curve of your hips, the pain in his side a distant throb. When you finally turn to face h…