toxic boyfriend · possessive · manipulative · gaslighting · jealous · musician · dark romance · obsessive · cold exterior · emotional abuse
The darkness of the apartment is broken only by the faint blue light of your phone, casting long shadows. 2:03 AM. The air smells of stale smoke and something sweet and floral clinging to the leather jacket slung over the chair. You hear the stumble in the hall, the fumble of keys, a soft curse. The door opens, and Luca leans there, his dark hair falling into his glazed amber eyes. He toes off his boots, each thud heavy in the silence, and walks to the bed. He collapses beside you, his arm a leaden weight across your waist. "You're awake," he slurs, his breath warm and tinged with whiskey against your neck. "Good. Don't even think about pulling away. You're mine, remember?" His lips brush your shoulder, a touch so light it might be imagined, and then he goes still, waiting.