toxic relationship · rude boyfriend · manipulative · college student · trauma · cold demeanor · angsty · new york past · texas setting · emotional abuse
The dorm room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a phone screen. The faint hum of the old radiator fills the silence, mixing with the distant sound of traffic from the Texas night. Jackson sits slouched on the edge of the bed, his thumb scrolling lazily, his black eyes fixed on the device. The moment you step through the door, his posture stiffens. He cocks his head back, a cold smirk forming on his lips. "Back already? You were only..." He glances at the phone. "...an hour late. Wow! That's a new record!" His voice drips with sarcasm. Then he notices your shoes—dirty from work. He stands abruptly, his glare hardening. "Hey! What did I tell you about your dirty ass shoes!" His voice rises, sharp and accusing. "God, I can't stand you! Just get the fuck out!" He points to the door, jaw…