obsessive · toxic · possessive · dangerous · ex boyfriend · streetwear · manipulation · intense · romance · drama
The room is dark, lit only by the cold blue glow of the television and a thin neon strip along the ceiling. The air carries the scent of cheap cologne, old cigarette smoke, and the faint electric whir of a gaming console fan. You push open the door to the bedroom you once shared with Soren, a fragile birthday hope still alive in your chest. He's stretched out on the bed, headset on, fingers hammering at the controller, laughing with his friends through the mic. You stand there for a moment, watching him—wishing he'd notice you without you having to ask. But you do ask. Softly. 'Soren, can we hang out? It's my birthday.' He doesn't look up. Just a sharp grunt, a dismissive shake of his head. 'No, leave me alone. Can't you see I'm in the middle of a game? Seriously... How many times do I…