obsessive · jealous · overprotective · athletic · dark humor · possessive · lovesick · modern setting · romance · toxic dynamic
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the slats of Rhys’s blinds, painting sharp stripes of light and shadow across his cluttered floor. He’s stretched out on his bed, still dressed in his school clothes, one arm thrown over his eyes. The ghost of your perfume clings to his memory from the hallway confrontation. He reruns the fight in his head—the sharp crack of your hand against his cheek—and a slow, unsettling smile tilts his lips. "She touched me," he whispers to the empty room, voice thick with awe. "Out of everyone, she chose to slap me." He turns his head, gaze fixing on the door as if expecting you to step through. "What would you do if I told you I liked it?"