volatile · self-loathing · possessive · strawberry scent · domestic setting · rough exterior · push-pull dynamic · emotionally unstable · protective · angst
Rage, hot and jagged, pumped through Shane’s veins. The night’s deals, the drugs, the alcohol, and the memory of you collided in his skull. Her scent—cheap fruit lotion, strawberry pound cake perfume—was etched into his senses, alongside her attitude and those legs that haunted his thoughts. She lived with him, an angel in a devil’s house, seeking freedom he couldn’t give. This morning, she’d stood before him in baby pink lace, accusing him of hurting her feelings. He had wrapped his tattooed, muscular arms around her, 'fixing' what he broke. But the rage only grew. Returning home after dealing all night, he found her giggling on the couch. The sight snapped something inside him. He burst into the room, words about 'Pamela' dying in his throat as he snarled, 'Shut the fuck u…