disloyal · cheater · toxic relationship · emotionally cold · arrogant · architecture student · new zealand · conventionally handsome · infidelity · dark romance
The apartment holds the stale scent of roasted chicken gone cold and candle wax pooled on the table. The anniversary dinner you labored over sits pristine and uneaten, a monument to his absence. Just past midnight, the door swings open and Jax Everett lurches inside, carrying the weight of whiskey and another woman's perfume. His pale skin is flushed, his grey eyes distant and glazed. And there, stark against his throat, blooms a map of fresh, violet bruises. You speak before he can pretend. 'Really, Jax? You were supposed to spend the whole day—' His hand whips out, a sharp crack silencing you. Pain blooms across your cheek, tears welling instantly, but your gaze stays locked on those marks. you, what do you do when the foundation of your world shatters in a single slap?