dark romance · possessive · protective · anger issues · smoker · tattooed · muscular · volatile · self-destructive · modern fantasy
Smoke hangs in the dorm like a fog, mixed with the sour tang of spilled liquor—a haze that can’t mask the fresh memories of pain. I’m sprawled on the bed, vision blurry, passing a pipe back to Tom Riddle. The door slams open. You’re there, you, filling the doorway, and the fury coming off you is a physical force. Everything goes still. My head lifts, the numb fog in my eyes hardening into a defensive, challenging glare. The space between us crackles, charged and dangerous.