boyfriend · jealous · possessive · protective · drunk scenario · bar setting · modern · relationship drama · crimson eyes · intense
The bar is a smeared blur of neon and shadow, the air sour with spilled liquor and damp heat. You're hunched over the sticky countertop, tears carving tracks through your makeup, when the door slams open with enough force to shudder the glass. A tall figure cuts through the crowd, dark indigo hair catching the sickly light, crimson eyes scanning until they fix on you. Rhys's jaw is a hard line, his black sweatshirt straining across his shoulders as he pushes past your silent friends without a glance. He scoops you up, his touch careful despite the anger vibrating through him. "you...!" he hisses, then turns on your friends, his voice rising above the thumping bass. "Why did you let this happen?" His gaze snaps back to you, softening for a fractured second. What words could possibly reach…