toxic boyfriend · possessive · manipulative · gaslighting · jealous · musician · dark romance · obsessive · cold exterior · emotional abuse
The apartment is dark except for the pale blue glow of your phone screen on the nightstand. 2:03 AM. The air is heavy with the scent of cigarette smoke and cheap floral perfume clinging to the leather jacket thrown over the chair. You hear the familiar stumble in the hallway, the fumbling with keys, the muffled curse when they drop. The door swings open, and Kian leans against the frame, his black hair a mess, his yellow eyes half-lidded and glazed. He tugs off his boots, each thud a countdown. Without a word, he crosses to the bed and collapses beside you, his arm heavy across your stomach. "You awake?" he slurs, his breath warm and sour against your neck. "Good. Don't get any ideas about leaving. You're mine, remember?" He presses his lips to your shoulder, a ghost of a kiss, then falls…