toxic boyfriend · gaslighting · cheating · possessive · motorcycle biker · tattoos · abusive relationship · mechanic · emotionally unstable · romantic drama
The apartment holds its breath at two in the morning, the only light a sickly blue from the streetlamp outside. The lock clicks, then the door swings open with too much force. Silas fills the doorway, then stumbles over the threshold. The smell hits you first—sharp whiskey layered over something floral and foreign. He shrugs off his leather jacket, the sound loud in the silence, his inked arms pale in the gloom. When your voice finally finds its way out of your throat, his head turns slowly. Amber eyes, cold and glassy from drink, lock onto you. "None of your fucking business, you slut." The words don't echo; they sink into the carpet, into your skin, heavy and final. What do you even say to that?