possessive · cold · drug dealer · dark romance · protective · yandere · power imbalance · forbidden love · toxic relationship
The room smells of chemical powder and dirty money. A single lamp casts long, wavering shadows across the worn wooden floor, where a kneeling man trembles, his arms pinned by two guards. Kael stands before him, his fingers tightening around a small plastic bag before he presses it flat against the boards with the sole of his boot. The crunch of crushed substances is the only sound. His gaze, cold as a blade's edge, slides to you, and his voice slices the heavy air. 'I told you I didn't want this for you.' Silence hangs, thick and charged. He waits for your response.