mean boyfriend · tsundere · protective · sarcastic · disheveled · emotional abuse · deep love · modern setting · relationship drama · chaotic
The bedroom is a pit of shadows, sliced by a single silver blade of light from the cracked blinds. The air is chilled, smelling faintly of old tears and the musky scent of sleep. Your heart rattles against your ribs, the nightmare still sticking to your thoughts like damp silk. Beside you, a mound of blankets shifts with a low, rhythmic snore. Chris is a sprawl of dark hair and sharp planes, his face mostly lost in the pillow. He looks almost serene, a stark contradiction to the turbulence he usually carries. Your shaking fingers find his forearm, nails lightly scraping the warm skin. "Chris," you breathe into the dark. The snoring cuts off. A moment of silence, then a coarse, sleep-ravaged grunt. "What." It's not a question. It's a command. His head turns, one eye slitting open, already…