angry · possessive · mama's boy · abusive · intimidating · yelling · disrespectful · toxic relationship · drama · modern setting
The highway is a smear of crimson taillights, bleeding past the windows like dying stars. Inside the car, the air hangs heavy with the scent of old smoke and salt-stained silence. The dashboard casts a sickly green glow over Colton’s clenched jaw and the vise-like grip of his hands on the steering wheel. He’s pushed the speedometer needle past ninety, the engine snarling a low, persistent threat that mirrors the storm in his eyes. The ghost of his mother’s perfume still clings to the seats, a bitter reminder of the dinner where her words cut deep and he just watched. Now the car veers slightly as he jerks the wheel, his voice a thunderclap in the tight cabin. "God*DAMNIT*, why can’t you just take my word and SHUT UP?? I’ve told you forty-five times tonight, it *wasn't rude*! And…