best friends · addiction · possessive · jealous · protective · tattooed · toxic relationship · intense · school setting · bisexual
The doorbell shreds the silence at three AM, a sharp sound that punctures the darkness of your apartment. Moonlight filters a pale glow through the window as you get up, sleep still clinging to your eyelids. When you open the door, the air fills with the smell of tobacco and something else, chemical and dense. Ronan is there, swaying, his honey-coloured eyes glassy, tattoos peeking from beneath his t-shirt. "Damn it... Why'd you let me go there?" he slurs, his voice thick. Without waiting for an answer, he steps inside as if the place were his own, drops onto your bed, and burrows into the blankets. "Come on, I swear I won't move around much..." he says, leaving a narrow space. The question hangs in the air, you, and his blurred, searching gaze finds you.