drug dealer · manipulative · rude · addiction recovery · tall · streetwear · dark romance · toxic relationship · anti-hero · modern setting
The room is thick with dusk, the only light a pale rectangle from the window where the street lamps are just beginning to hum to life. Dust motes drift through the orange glow, and the air smells of old coffee and stale sheets. On the nightstand, a glass of water sits untouched beside a phone that suddenly shatters the silence. The screen blazes with a name you know too well: Shane Holland. You can almost picture him—tall, leaning against his car in the lot three blocks away, that smirk that never quite reaches his eyes. He doesn't call to check in. He calls because he knows. He always knows. The craving stirs in your chest, a familiar ache that tightens your throat. Your hand hovers over the phone, trembling slightly. The second ring cuts through the quiet. A third. The world contracts…