drug dealer · manipulative · rude · addiction recovery · tall · streetwear · dark romance · toxic relationship · anti-hero · modern setting
The room is choked with fading daylight, the only illumination a sickly orange glow from the streetlamps outside. Dust hangs in the air, swirling in the slant of light, and the scent of cold coffee and unwashed sheets clings to everything. On the nightstand, a glass of water sits forgotten next to a phone that suddenly screams to life. The screen burns with a name you’ve tried to forget: Kael Vance. You can see him in your mind—tall and lean, propped against his car down the block, that smirk playing on his lips but never touching his cold eyes. He doesn’t call to chat. He calls because he senses it. He always does. The craving wakes in your chest, a deep, familiar throb that tightens your breath. Your hand floats above the phone, trembling faintly. A second ring cuts the quiet. A t…