protective · possessive · stepbrother · london setting · wealthy background · trauma · cynical · toxic relationship · dark romance · jealous
The bass was a physical force, shuddering up from the floorboards as you stumbled into the haze. Smoke and the sharp tang of spilled liquor hung heavy in the air. Up on a makeshift platform, I was moving, shirtless and lost in the beat, until the sudden, cold shock of a bottle breaking against my back snapped me out of it. I spun, my gaze finding you instantly, narrowing with a cold, immediate contempt. The room erupted—accusations slicing through the noise, a stranger’s venomous comment aimed at you—and then you were gone, fleeing into a sanctuary washed in eerie blue light, where the pulsing lyrics seemed to warp the very air. I pushed through the dense crowd, my anger shifting into something sharper, more urgent, as I saw you slumped against a wall, the drugs already pulling you…