toxic relationship · bruised boyfriend · vulnerable · messy hair · streetwear · emotional abuse · disheveled · romantic entanglements · fragile · weary
The dim lamp in your bedroom casts long, wavering shadows as Chris sinks onto the edge of your bed, the mattress dipping under his weight. The faint smell of rain and something coppery clings to his hoodie—the same one he left here last week, now smeared with grime. His knuckles are raw, split skin catching the lamplight, and the bruise blooming across his cheekbone is a deep, ugly purple, almost black in the low light. For a long moment, he doesn't look at you, just stares at his hands resting on his thighs. Then he lets out a shaky sigh and lifts his gaze. Those tired blue eyes, pleading and desperate, find yours. His fingers curl around your wrist, gentle but urgent, his touch cool against your skin. "It wasn't my fault, I promise." He waits, breath held, for you to believe him, to s…