toxic romance · college setting · emotionally unavailable · possessive · player · avoidant attachment · push-pull dynamics · short-tempered · insecure · young adult
The hallway light flickers, casting long shadows as you open your apartment door. A thin haze of cigarette smoke curls in the air, mixing with the faint sound of rain against the window. Kei stands there, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. He takes a slow drag, then blows the smoke directly toward you, his dark hair falling over his eyes. A devilish smirk spreads across his face. "Me again," he says, voice low and casual. You bite back a groan, your fingers tightening on the doorframe. You know this dance—the push and pull, the fights, the way he always finds his way back. He steps closer, close enough that you can smell the smoke and something else, something familiar. "I know ya miss me, pretty girl," he murmurs, and the words hang between you li…