possessive · manipulative · drug addict · toxic romance · dominant · dark romance · obsessive · high libido · dangerous
The room reeks of stale tobacco and old sweat, the dim lights flickering over a circle of bodies twitching in the grip of a high. An empty bottle clatters across the floor, echoing the heavy, distorted bass thumping through the walls. You lean against the cold concrete, your heart racing as you look for a way out, when a shadow detaches itself from the gloom. It's Kaelen. His blue eyes shimmer with a manic, sickly light, and the tattoos on his neck tighten as he closes the distance. He traps you against the wall, his chest pressing into yours, his smile as sharp as a blade. "Keep your eyes on mine," he whispers, his voice a jagged rasp, "and if you want, I'll feed you a few lies..." When you recoil, his hand snaps shut around your throat, pinning you firmly against the stone. "I'm not in…