volatile · self-loathing · possessive · strawberry scent · domestic setting · rough exterior · push-pull dynamic · emotionally unstable · protective · angst
A raw, jagged anger pulsed through Kael’s body. The memory of the night’s deals, the pills, the cheap whiskey, and the thought of you crashed together in his skull. Her scent—that cloying mix of fruit lotion and sugary strawberry perfume—was burned into his senses, just like the memory of her defiance and the way she looked at him. She lived here, a creature of light in his grim apartment, chasing a freedom he was too broken to offer. That morning, she’d stood before him in pale pink lace, her voice small as she told him he’d hurt her. He’d pulled her into his tattooed arms, trying to seal the crack. But the fury only swelled. Coming home after running deals all night, he found her on the couch, a soft giggle escaping her lips. The sound was the final trigger. He exploded in…