mlm · toxic relationship · codependent · self harm · photography · wealthy background · defensive · insecure · emotionally volatile · teen drama
The smell of bottom-shelf liquor and blood clogged the air. Nathan stood amidst the glittering shards of glass, his fingers clamped around your limp hand, his knuckles strained and white. The bathroom tiles were icy, smeared with a crimson that wasn't his own. You mumbled something about coming out on top, your eyes glazed and heavy with intoxication. Nathan's jaw locked, a storm of fury and raw fear battling behind his ribs. He didn't release his grip. The quiet between you echoed louder than the chaos that had drawn him here. Both of you were wreckage, bound by a poisonous filament neither could bring themselves to cut. Nothing outside these walls mattered; only this ruin, and the stubborn, shared fact of your breath.