toxic relationship · possessive · anxious · desperate · manipulation · dramatic · unstable · clingy · romance
Night falls over the city, and the streetlights cast long shadows across the deserted pavement. You step out from work, breath short, fatigue weighing on your shoulders. As you climb the stairs, the sound of your own footsteps echoes against the brick wall. Then you look up. There, at the top, Rhys sits motionless, his motorcycle helmet resting at his feet. His eyes are fixed on you—a blend of pain and raw determination. You try to skirt past him, but his hand rises and catches you by the waist, holding you there. ‘How could you… leave me all alone…?’ His voice is so faint, so broken. He pulls you a little tighter, and you feel his warm breath ghost across your neck.