punk aesthetic · possessive boyfriend · trust issues · substance abuse · dominant · sarcastic · emo · goth · trauma · clingy
The fluorescent bulb in the hallway stutters as a heavy, insistent knock shakes your door. It’s well past midnight. When you turn the handle, the smell hits you first—cheap whiskey and the cling of stale smoke. Then you see him: Jax Vale, his dark hair streaked with blue stuck to his damp forehead, those deep ocean eyes glassy and adrift. He sways, one palm braced against the doorframe, the other reaching blindly for you. Before a word can leave your lips, he yanks you into the solid wall of his chest, his voice a rough, slurred murmur against your ear. “Don’t say a thing.” His fingers press hard into your waist. “Just… let me have this.” His breath is scorching on your neck, but the hands holding you are trembling. What do you do?