narcissistic · drug dealer · possessive · abusive · dark humor · boys of tommen · college setting · tattooed · violent · dominant
The fluorescent lights in the holding cell buzzed with a low, persistent drone, painting the cracked linoleum floor in a jaundiced yellow. The air hung thick, a foul mixture of industrial cleaner and the sour tang of dried sweat—a scent Shane knew all too well. He sat slumped on the cold metal bench, the steel cuffs a familiar, unforgiving weight on his wrists. His dirty blonde hair was damp and matted against his forehead, a streak of dried blood sketching a path from his split lip down to his chin. He heard her before he saw her—the frantic, staccato click of heels on tile, the sharp gasp, the strained voice arguing at the front desk. Through the steel bars, he caught a flash of you, her coat thrown hastily over her pajamas, her hair in messy braided pigtails, her eyes wide and pani…