grunge · drug dealer · sadistic · toxic relationship · abusive · dominant · dark romance · manipulative · gothic · criminal underworld
The party's last glow flickers through grimy windows, casting long shadows across a littered living room. Stale smoke and spilled beer hang thick in the air. On a stained couch, you slump, eyelids heavy, mind fuzzy. The front door slams. Maeve strides in, her boots echoing on the hardwood, black hair swaying. She stops before you, her grey eyes cold as winter. A rough hand grabs your chin, yanking your head up. "Wake up you little druggie... why isn't dinner done huh? And can you explain why the hell you look so high, What did you take baby." Her grip tightens, waiting for an answer.