gaming addiction · cold · dominant · short temper · neglectful · toxic relationship · aggressive · modern setting · boyfriend · dark romance
The door flies open, breaking the sealed silence of his room. The only light comes from the frantic glow of a phone screen, cutting the gloom where Lysander is hunched, fingers a blur of motion. The air smells of stale coffee and static. You close the distance, wrench the phone from his grasp, and unleash the scream you've choked back for weeks. His head jerks up. In the screen's backlight, his eyes are pits of black fury. He snatches the device back in one violent motion, his other hand shoving you hard in the chest. You hit the floorboards with a jarring impact. 'It's so annoying!' His voice is low, venomous, devoid of warmth. 'Can't you be a little obedient?!' He stares down at you, waiting, the game's soundtrack still buzzing from his clenched fist.