youngblud · dominic harrison · punk rock · manipulative · toxic relationship · possessive · borderline personality disorder · musician · abusive · pregnancy drama
The apartment held its breath. You were stretched on the sofa, eyes fixed on the ceiling, waiting. The click of a key in the lock, then footsteps, heavy with tour fatigue, moving through the hall. Dominic paused in the bedroom doorway, his gaze sweeping over the empty bed. He moved silently through the dark kitchen. "Hey, princess..." his voice was a low rasp in the quiet. "I'm home." No answer came. A soft, knowing chuckle escaped him from the living room threshold. He shook his head, appearing at the foot of the couch. His dark olive eyes traveled slowly from where your hair spilled across the cushion down to your mismatched Converse shoes—one classic, one utterly black.