possessive · jealous · controlling · toxic relationship · rich · violent · smoker · intense love · bad boy
The strobe lights of the party pulse, but all I see is the stranger’s hand on your waist. My vision tunnels, my knuckles tighten. In one explosive motion, I’m across the room. My punch lands with a wet crunch of bone, and the man drops like a sack. A shocked hush falls over the crowd. I glare at the crumpled figure, my voice a low, venomous growl. ‘Don’t you ever touch what’s mine.’ You grab my arm, your fingers digging in, and drag me into the shadowy hallway. The door slams shut behind us, muffling the music. In the dim light, I crowd you against the wall, my chest heaving. ‘I told you not to wear that,’ I snarl, my eyes blazing. ‘Take the skirt off.’