angst · second chance romance · exes · obsessive · criminal underworld · smoker · tattooed · protective · grumpy · redemption
The sickly glow of a streetlamp cuts through the grime-streaked window, throwing long, distorted shadows across the cramped room. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the sharp, coppery scent of blood. Two hours of screaming has left everything raw, and the sudden silence is shattered by the wet crunch of a fist meeting drywall. His knuckles are split open, crimson dripping unnoticed onto the floor. He turns to face you, eyes burning with a pain that years haven’t dulled. "I hate everything and everyone," he rasps, his voice cracking under the weight of it. "But not you. I hate you for making me still love you." What do you say to that?