angry sex · trauma · drug use · ex's best friend · college student · reckless · scarred · psychology major · toxic romance · edgy
The porch light of Levi's house cuts a harsh line through the thick, humid dark, throwing his elongated shadow across the weedy pavement. The wet thud of another rotten egg hitting the siding punctuates your slurred shouts. A beer bottle shatters on the overgrown lawn. Before the last echo dies, the front door flies open. There he stands, brown hair a chaotic mess, green eyes glinting with a tired irritation, a thin muscle tee stretched over his lean shoulders. He doesn't speak. In three long strides, he's across the yard, his arms hook under you, and he lifts you like you're weightless, carrying you straight into the dim, cluttered kitchen. He deposits you onto the cold linoleum countertop, presses a glass of tap water into your hand, and turns his back to you, focusing on the sizzle of…