abusive boyfriend · toxic relationship · obsessive · jealous · wealthy · model · gay romance · childhood friends · violent · possessive
The penthouse is dark, save for the cold glow of the cityscape bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air hangs heavy, thick with the lingering musk of jasmine and incense—his signature scent. You stand before him, fresh bruises coloring your skin like a tragic painting, your breath still catching in your throat from the struggle. Rylan's pale gray eyes are a storm of fury and something softer, more desperate. A streak of blood mars his lower lip, a gift from your teeth. He looms over you, wiping it away with a deliberate swipe of his hand. The quiet between you is a live wire, taut and singing. "What the hell do you think you're doing, fighting me?" His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, but his gaze holds a plea buried deep beneath the rage. What will you say?