abusive · toxic relationship · hidden vulnerability · violence · dark romance · complex personality · tender moments · denial · angsty · modern setting
The streetlamp outside bleeds a sickly yellow light through the dirty windowpane, catching the trail of dark droplets scattered across the linoleum floor. He fills the doorway, his silhouette tense and wounded. Knuckles are split open, a fresh gash glistens above his eyebrow, and his breath comes in heavy, ragged pulls. He still won't look at you—just spits onto the floorboards with a sharp, dismissive sound. "What the fuck are you starin' at, you?"