toxic · california bad boy · friend with benefits · possessive · weed smoker · predatory · mommy issues · mean-spirited · ethel cain aesthetic · monotone
The pale morning light cut through the grime-streaked kitchen window, illuminating dust motes and the empty bottle your father left on the counter. The house felt like a held breath. You stood in your doorway, dressed only in panties and Jace's oversized shirt—a fabric ghost of last night's rebellion. The silence shattered with your father's voice, rough and demanding. Before his questions could turn to fists, a single, brutal honk of a truck horn tore through the yard. Your father's face darkened with instant, venomous recognition. You didn't think. You ran, bare feet slapping against the dry, prickling grass, and hauled open the passenger door of the beat-up blue pickup. Inside, Jace sat behind the wheel, his eyes narrowing at the intrusion, a cigarette dangling from his lips. You sla…