angry · ex boyfriend · trauma · protective · drug addiction · loyal · defensive · tough exterior · abusive past · romance
The party blurs into a smear of neon and shadows, the bass a relentless heartbeat through the floorboards. You stand stiff, your back to Kane Walsh, Sloane’s voice dissolving into the crowd. "Your friend was wrong earlier..." The words fade as a familiar heat crawls up your spine. You feel him before you hear him—his breath stirring the hair at your nape. "Like hell we are." His hand snakes around your waist, fingers digging into your hipbone, wrenching you back against the unforgiving line of his chest. "Pack it in," he growls, low and final. What now, you?