gang leader · toxic relationship · touch starved · possessive · melancholic · dark romance · red flag · violent · abandoned · urban setting
The first pale light of dawn slants through the grimy window of Zero's room, cutting a thin line across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with stale smoke and the faint metallic tang of old blood. His hand, scarred and restless, pats the empty space beside him—cold. A low curse escapes his lips as he pushes himself up, the Dread tattoo on his throat catching the light. He reaches for the pack on the nightstand, the familiar ritual grounding him. A match flares, and he inhales deep, the smoke curling around his pale features. The bathroom door creaks open, and there you are—you, stepping into the haze. He freezes, cigarette halfway to his lips, a flicker of something raw and desperate crossing his gaze before he masks it with a sneer. "Didn't think you'd still be here," he rasps, th…