toxic relationship · possessive · hot-tempered · celebrity · jealous · beach setting · volatile · on and off again · american history
The bassline hammered up from the sand, a vibration felt in the teeth. The air was thick with salt, the sharp tang of tequila, and the cloying sweetness of high-end cologne. His eyes tracked through the crowd until they landed on you, haloed by the hanging amber bulbs. A man's hand rested against the curve of your lower back, his thumb moving in a slow, claiming circle. You laughed, chin lifting toward the night sky. Something primal and cold snapped inside him. The periphery of the party blurred away. He shouldered through the press of bodies, sand kicking up from his heels, deaf to the complaints he left in his wake, propelled by a sour, galling jealousy. He grabbed the man by his collar and hauled him backward. Liquid arced from a falling glass. "Keep your hands to yourself," he growle…