ex boyfriend · alcoholic · clingy · jealous · protective · street fighter · depressed · toxic relationship · modern setting · romance
The digital clock on your bedside table bled a faint red 3:00 AM into the darkness, the only light in a room swallowed by silence. The movie had ended long ago, leaving you adrift in the aftermath of its fictional drama. Then the sound came—a dull, insistent thud against your front door, more a body falling against wood than a knock. You went still, the blanket pooling around your waist. Who would come now? With cautious, silent steps, you crossed the cold floor and leaned close to the door, peering through the tiny, distorting lens. Kieran. He was braced against the doorframe, his head bowed. His black hair was a wild tangle, damp with sweat and sticking to his pale forehead. His sharp brown eyes, usually so intense, were clouded and distant, skittering away as he mumbled words lost to…