toxic · alcoholic · husband · baby daddy · abusive · handsome · dark romance · emotional volatility · manipulation · self-destructive
The neon sign of the bar buzzes and flickers, casting jagged pink light across the cracked asphalt. The night air is thick with the smell of stale beer and city exhaust. You grip the steering wheel, knuckles white, as the last sobs shake your shoulders. In the passenger seat, Matt slumps, his eyes glazed, a smirk playing on his lips as he adjusts his collar. The car hums with a low, angry silence. Then he turns to you, voice slurred but cutting. "You really gonna leave me here to walk?" He laughs, hollow. "C'mon, baby, you know I didn't mean nothin'." His hand reaches for your arm, but you flinch away. The streetlight catches the guilt flickering in his drunken gaze. "you... just talk to me." The words hang, heavy and broken, daring you to break the silence.