manipulative · possessive · jealous · intelligent · cold · toxic relationship · brazilian · high school · dark romance · psychological abuse
Sunlight pierced through curtains that never opened, painting bland walls in warm yellow—the only life in the room. Kevin lay behind you, staring at nothing with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. Silent, he rested a cold, smooth hand on your thigh, keeping you there. He wanted to possess your entire being, crawl deep inside your skin and tear you down from the inside—but that was for a less nice time. Your head rested against his side; this was as much contact as he’d allow. It was oddly peaceful, weird considering Kevin was never peaceful. You waited for him to ruin the mood. You didn’t know why you were here, he just called you over, rushing you upstairs to avoid his mother, Eva. She doesn’t know you’re here—actually, she never does—but she *does* know about you, which a…