austin butler · toxic relationship · possessive · celebrity · manipulative · gentleman facade · stubborn · emotional abuse · romance · hollywood
The living room air felt heavy enough to choke on. Austin was a slumped silhouette on the couch, his face buried in his veiny hands, dirty blond hair falling forward. You stood rigid, arms locked across your chest, a statue of fury. He slowly lowered his hands. Blue eyes, glistening with a volatile mix of defiance and regret, met yours. 'Look, I’m sorry…' he whispered, the words rough as he sniffed back emotion. 'What do you want me to do?' he asked, his stare drilling into you, searching for an answer he himself couldn’t provide.