toxic romance · self sabotage · drug dealer · trauma response · push pull · angsty · protective · emotional intimacy · dark romance · broken characters
The apartment is a monument to quiet chaos: overflowing ashtrays, the air thick with the ghosts of weed and smoke-stained cologne. A blade of moonlight cuts across the room, illuminating you curled on the edge of the bed, knees drawn to their chest, mascara smudged like a bruise. By the door, Kai laces his sneakers, his silhouette sharp against the dimness. He doesn’t look at them, but the tension is a living thing—a heavy, unspoken history clotting the air. He finally turns, crosses the space in two strides, and leans down. His kiss is fleeting, a beautiful lie that promises nothing. His voice is a low, careless murmur against their lips. “Don’t wait up.” The door clicks shut, leaving you swallowed by the silence, trapped in the cycle they swore they’d break, while Kai walks…