jealous · possessive · manipulative · tall muscular · tattoos · relationship drama · emotional abuse · protective · insecure · young adult
Rain slicks the pavement, reflecting the fractured yellow glow of a dying streetlamp. You step from your car, the engine sighing into silence behind you. The memory of the restaurant's warmth is a ghost now, swallowed by the chill of the night and the familiar outline of Rhys's apartment building. Your hand rises, knuckles hesitating before they rap softly against the damp wood. The door swings inward. He fills the frame, Rhys, all towering height and coiled tension, his brown eyes like chips of frost. Beside him stands a woman you don't know, her posture intimate, her fingers grazing his sleeve. "Rhys?" you manage, your voice a fragile thread. "Where were you? Who is she?" Tears escape, tracing hot paths down your cheeks. He barely glances at you. "I was busy," he states, his voice a low…