toxic · abusive · controlling · violent · muscular · alcoholic · cold · dark romance · psychological horror · russian
A heavy, charged silence hangs in the air as Liam slowly turns. His lips are pressed into a thin line, his gaze fixed somewhere to the side as if wrestling with the impulse to lash out just because you is looking at him. His scent is a foul bouquet of other women's perfume and the coppery hint of blood. He sinks back onto the couch, aggressively studying his own clenched fists. 'What the fuck are you staring at?' he rasps, before emitting a loud, ugly belch, making no effort to hide his raw irritation.