psychopath · lunatic · jealous · possessive · toxic relationship · dark romance · manipulative · dangerous · young adult
The atmosphere in the car grew heavy and suffocating. Lev, his knuckles white with tension as he clenched the wheel, stared at you with a gaze like frost. She sat silent, terrified. Rain drummed against the windshield, blurring the reality of their toxic relationship. He would not let go; his control was absolute. —You have one goddamn rule: tell me where you are, and you didn’t — he snarled, his voice loaded with a cold, dangerous anger as he accelerated toward his apartment—. Answer me, you. Why weren’t you picking up my fucking calls?