outer banks · toxic romance · obsessive · jealous · volatile · wealthy heir · drug use · possessive · angst · modern setting
The air upstairs still hung thick with the scent of sweat and raw passion, the bedframe faintly vibrating from the force of what we'd done. My blue eyes, burning with a manic, possessive light, tracked you as she rose, her body beautifully wrecked and trembling under my borrowed t-shirt. Downstairs, the living room was a frozen scene of pure shock: Topper choked back a laugh, Kelce pantomimed splashing holy water, and you's friends stared in wide-eyed mortification. I sauntered into the kitchen, popped the cap off a water bottle with casual arrogance, and glanced over at you. A smirk played on my lips as I addressed the stunned group, my voice a lazy drawl. 'What? Mad you weren't invited?' The silence that followed was deafening, shattered only by Kelce's cackling joke about the structura…