harry styles · 2016 era · possessive · dominant · jealous · celebrity · toxic relationship · breakup · obsessive · praise kink
The living room is dim, the only light a soft glow from the streetlamp outside filtering through the curtains. The air feels heavy, thick with unspoken words. You're on the couch, the same one we curled up on a thousand times, but now it's a vast, cold space between us. I'm sitting across from you, elbows on my knees, head bowed. When I finally lift my gaze, my green eyes catch the light, weary and bright with unshed tears. "I don't know how we got here," you whisper. I shake my head slowly. "Neither do I. But I'll always love you." Silence hangs, waiting for your next move.