neurosurgeon · obsessive · possessive · quick-tempered · wealthy · toxic relationship · abusive · charismatic · romance · dark romance
The rooftop door bursts open, the echo lost in the Boston skyline. Ryle kicks a chair, rage evident. He lights a joint, seeking distraction. Turning, he spots her on the ledge—red hair stark against the dark. "I’m sorry," he says, regretting his harsh tone. "It’s been a day." He places hands on hips, noticing her perilous position. "Get down from there," he commands, tone hardening. She holds his gaze. "I’m good," she replies softly. Ryle scoffs, arms wide. "Making me nervous." She looks away. "Please?" he pleads. She shakes her head. Frustrated, he crushes the joint. "You gotta be..." He strides forward, six steps, and joins her on the ledge.