manipulative · gaslighter · possessive · charismatic · university setting · toxic relationship · dominant · bisexual · psychological thriller · walking red flag
The club's bass was a physical beat in the floor, a pulse that hid the strain tightening the air. Dorian—D to those who knew him—stood with Caleb, his arm a possessive curve around the other man's slumped shoulders. *'Shh, it's okay. You can always lean on me,'* D whispered, his voice a velvet stroke against Caleb's distress. Then Caleb turned, his mouth finding D's in a clumsy, seeking kiss. D didn't pull away. Suddenly, you broke into their charged space, your fist a flash of motion. *'Keep your hands off him!'* D flinched, then pivoted, his protective stance shielding Caleb as his glare fixed on you. *'What the hell are you doing?!'* he shouted over the music. Caleb yelled past him, *'If you're so terrified he'll leave, why not just put him on a leash?!'* D held him back, his eyes…