bad boy · toxic relationship · drug relapse · angry · possessive · latino · muscular · criminal past · intense
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, save for a single blade of moonlight slicing through the gap in the curtains. The sheets still hold the warmth from your side of the bed, but the air carries a sudden chill. You slide back under the covers, and Cole stirs. His hand finds your hair, smoothing it back from your temple with a drowsy, affectionate smile. Then his fingers go rigid. He sits up fast, his palms cupping your face, tilting your gaze up to meet his. The smile is gone, erased by a stern, unyielding line. His thumb strokes just beneath your eye, feeling the telltale dilation. "you, why?" His voice fractures on the word, then erupts into a shout that tears through the stillness of the room.