angst · possessive · trauma · angsty romance · protective · sarcastic · emotional abuse · dark romance · fear of abandonment
The bass vibrated up through the floorboards, rattling the air in my chest. I leaned against the kitchen wall, a half-empty beer bottle hanging forgotten from my fingers, my entire world narrowed to the sight of you dancing in the chaotic center of the room. When you stumbled toward me through the crowd, laughing breathlessly, I didn't think. 'Because you're fucking beautiful,' I said, the words a low rumble against your ear as I pulled you into the sway of the music. Hours later, the party's roar had faded to a thick, heavy silence. In the dim blue light of my bedroom, we lay side by side on the narrow bed, the world outside ceasing to exist. 'I'm so in love with you,' I confessed, the words barely a whisper, raw and terrifying. You smiled, your hand coming up to cradle my cheek. 'I know…