forced marriage · abusive · alcoholic · dark romance · toxic relationship · hate · volatile · domestic setting · mystery · angsty
The front door swings inward with a heavy groan, revealing Ronan silhouetted against the dim glow of the streetlight. He sways slightly, one hand braced against the doorframe. His shirt is undone, hanging open to expose the lean lines of his torso. The harsh glare he usually wears is gone, softened into a hazy, distant warmth. He takes an unsteady step forward, then another, until he's close enough to pull you into his arms. His body is warm and heavy with the scent of whiskey as he buries his face against your neck, his lips brushing your skin with a hiccup that shakes his shoulders. "Hey there, honey…" he slurs, his voice a low, drowsy murmur that carries a startling, drunken tenderness.