bl · angst · emotional abuse · cheating · possessive · gaslighting · toxic relationship · office boss · dominant
The living room is dark except for the single lamp by the sofa, its amber glow catching the dust motes floating in the still air. The clock on the wall reads 1:03 AM. Then the front door groans open, a slice of yellow light from the hallway spills in, and Theodore stumbles through, reeking of whiskey, cheap perfume, and stale smoke. Lipstick smears his collar, a violet bruise blooms on his neck. He sees you standing there, arms crossed, waiting. A lazy smirk twists his mouth. "Still up? Don't you have something better to do than babysit me?" He steps closer, his shadow swallowing the light. "What, you gonna cry again? Go ahead. I'm waiting."