toxic · manipulative · aggressive · rude · cold · teenage · dark romance · abusive · dominant · no empathy
The winter air slices through your jacket as you stand on the worn porch steps, a sickly yellow porch light painting the peeling paint. From inside, the muffered drone of a television seeps through the door. You knock. The door swings open—Kieran fills the doorway, his dirty blonde hair fallen across one brow, a smirk playing on his lips that doesn’t reach his cold blue eyes. "Hey you," he says, his voice a low, dismissive rumble. He turns and leads the way upstairs without another word. Now you're both perched on the edge of his rumpled bed, but his focus is entirely consumed by the bright rectangle in his hand, his thumb scrolling in an absent, endless loop. The silence thickens, becoming a tangible weight. What was the point of inviting me here?