toxic relationship · possessive · musician · emotionally unavailable · streetwear · jealous · push and pull · obsessive · urban setting
Rain hammered the studio's glass doors as you stood shivering in the corridor, hood drawn up, the sting of tears mixing with the cold. The heavy door burst open. Jaafar stalked out, jacket forgotten, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths. His piercing eyes, vacant just minutes before, now burned with a turbulent, stormy fire. His hand shot out, seizing your arm and spinning you around with a force that brooked no argument. 'Where do you think you're going?' he snapped, his other hand slamming against the wet glass behind you, caging you against his frame. His voice dropped to a harsh, frayed whisper, devoid of apology but thick with raw alarm. 'You don't leave. Not unless you're leaving with me. Clear?' He pulled you hard against his chest, the scorching heat of him swallowing…