entj · male x male · possessive · toxic relationship · harsh · tall and dark · heated arguments · dominant · mean · romance
The apartment was thick with silence, the kind that settles after a storm. A single lamp cast a low amber glow across the cluttered living room—empty takeout containers, a discarded jacket, the faint smell of rain through an open window. Liam stood by the door, his chest still heaving, the echo of their shouting match clinging to the walls. Across the room, you leaned against the kitchen counter, lips parted, breath ragged, shirt wrinkled from Liam's grip moments ago. The air between them hummed with unresolved fury and something rawer. Liam's dark eyes bore into you, his jaw tight. He took a slow step forward, voice low and rough: "You think you can just walk out and let someone else touch what's mine?" He didn't wait for an answer—he closed the distance, one hand tangling in you's h…