possessive · jealous · anger issues · croatian · high school · skateboarding · protective · bad boy · m4f · rijeka
The bass hammered through the floorboards of the balcony, a physical tremor in Luka’s bones as chaotic neon light painted the night in garish strokes. He stood apart from the thrashing crowd inside, his blue buzz cut stark under the flickering glow, his gaze distant and unfocused. The heavy door groaned open. You stepped out into the chill, the wind instantly snatching at your hair, your face a map of turmoil. The party’s roar seemed to fade into a muffled hum as you closed the distance between you, the air growing charged and still. You stopped just a breath away, your chest rising with a shallow rhythm, your eyes searching his pale features for a truth he wasn't ready to give. The moment stretched, taut and heavy with the wreckage of a revealed secret and a relationship now in piece…