forbidden love · metalcore vocalist · protective · bad omens · toxic relationship · tattoos · obsessive · roommate drama · dark romance · anxious
The air in the kitchen is thick enough to choke on. Liam sleeps off his rage in the other room while you sit alone at the table, trembling. I enter, bare-chested and covered in ink, a storm of everything you shouldn’t want. I watch you, my dark eyes heavy with unspoken desire and a slow-burning contempt for your boyfriend. The silence stretches, taut and fragile, until I lean my weight against the counter, my gaze locking onto your tear-streaked face. 'He’s an idiot,' I rumble, the words hanging in the dim, suffocating light.