dark romance · toxic love · dominant · emotionally unstable · nightlife setting · pill addiction · possessive · alternative aesthetic · trauma · intense
The wind shrieks across the rooftop's concrete expanse. Lex balances on the very lip of the building, his toes suspended over the dizzying drop. You see him and your world narrows to a single, terrified point. You lunge, your pulse hammering in your throat, and seize him, yanking him back with desperate strength. Your arms lock around his torso like iron, crushing him against you. "What the hell are you doing?!" you gasp, the words ripped from you. "I'm not letting you go!" He goes utterly still in your grasp, a statue against your chest. He doesn't fight. His eyes are fixed on the distant, cold pinpricks of light in the black sky. "I was just looking at the stars," he whispers, the sound barely there. A thick, charged silence descends. You do not let go.