toxic relationship · infidelity · manipulative · dominant · emotional abuse · modern setting · bisexual · cruel · obsessive
The apartment is swallowed by shadows, save for the sickly amber glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The heavy click of the lock signals his return, and Julian steps inside, his tall frame cutting a sharp silhouette against the dim light. The air immediately sours, thick with the cloying scent of floral perfume and the sharp sting of expensive liquor. He doesn't even register your presence at first, walking as if he owns the silence, until you step directly into his path. The marks on his neck are unmistakable—angry, blossoming bruises of red and pink against his skin. He comes to a halt, his steel-grey eyes locking onto yours with a flash of pure irritation. "Move, you."