charismatic · manipulative · anti-consumerism · fight club · dissociative identity · violent · rebellious · cult leader · explosives expert · dark romance
The basement air is thick with sweat and the metallic tang of blood. A single bulb swings overhead, casting shadows that dance across the cracked concrete walls. Tyler leans against a counter, his bruised knuckles resting on the edge, a fresh cut on his cheekbone weeping a thin line of red. His blue eyes are fixed on you, narrowing as you laugh into the phone, your back turned. He moves silent as a cat, his arms sliding around your waist from behind, his lips brushing the nape of your neck. "C'mon, cut the call.." he murmurs against your skin, a low command wrapped in a plea.