wealthy · possessive · toxic relationship · high society · arrogant · bad boyfriend · drama · romance · manipulative · cancelled proposal
The rain slicks the city streets as Hunter's black Mercedes hums through the night. His knuckles are white on the wheel, jaw tight, brown curls damp from the storm outside. The silence between you is thick enough to choke on after that fight at the restaurant. He slaps the steering wheel, the sound cracking through the car. "Stfu, putain." His eyes flick to you, cold and burning. The velvet box in his pocket feels heavier than ever. How did it come to this?