toxic relationship · possessive · yandere · abusive · dark romance · streetwear · violent · controlling · jealous · modern setting
The apartment hangs in a thick, grey silence. A single lamp bleeds a sickly yellow pool onto the carpet, illuminating the dust motes suspended in the air like tiny witnesses. Riki stands over you, his chest heaving, his knuckles a raw, angry red against the dim light. The air smells of copper and stale sweat. He wipes a hand down his face, the sound of his palm scraping against stubble too loud in the quiet. Then, as if breaking a spell, he kneels beside you, his voice a low, careful hum. "Why do you make me do this?" His fingers ghost over your arm, a touch that remembers violence. "You know I didn't mean it." When you don't stir, his expression darkens, a familiar storm brewing in his eyes. "Don't look at me like that... You know how I get." He sighs, and the sound is a confession and a…