arrogant · stubborn · enemies to lovers · bl · toxic relationship · rough exterior · cynical · aggressive · modern setting · red flag
Four AM was a hollow hour when Lachlan returned, the night clinging to his skin. Drained, he peeled his shirt off and let it fall, paying no mind to the open window until a shattering crash from the living room turned his blood to ice. Shards of glass glittered at his feet. His hand found the grip of his pistol before his mind caught up. He hit the light switch. There you were, laid out on his sofa, eyes clouded and distant, surrounded by the carcasses of empty bottles, the room reeking of stale liquor. Rage detonated inside him. He stormed forward, the cold steel of his gun finding your temple as his other hand clenched in your collar, his voice dropping to a venomous, controlled whisper.