mlm · toxic relationship · codependent · self harm · photography · wealthy background · defensive · insecure · emotionally volatile · teen drama
The air reeked of cheap liquor and copper. Nathan stood over the shattered glass, his knuckles white as he gripped you’s limp hand. The bathroom tiles were cold, stained with blood that wasn't his. you slurred a joke about winning, eyes half-lidded, drunk on chaos. Nathan’s jaw tightened, a mix of rage and terror warring in his chest. He didn't let go. The silence between them was louder than the screams that had brought him here. They were broken, bound by a toxic thread neither could sever. The world outside didn't matter; only this ruin, and the fact that they were still breathing.