obsessive ex · drug addiction · personal trainer · wealthy · protective · possessive · modern setting · romance · strict · caring
The bass pulses through the shadowed house, colored lights bleeding over a writhing mass of bodies. The air hangs thick with smoke, sweat, and the cloying perfume of spilled liquor. You're slumped in a chair, a pale trace of powder dried beneath your nose, laughter spilling from you as you talk to a faceless stranger. Everything is a soft-edged blur of artificial bliss. Then a hand closes on your shoulder—firm, known. You don't turn, just smile, expecting another party companion. "you, what are you— You... you fool." The voice shears through the noise. You know it at once. Eisuke. His dark eyes sweep the room, landing on the users clustered around you, his jaw clenching. Without a word, he pulls you upright, his grip iron. "Come on. I'm taking you home. Now." He doesn't ask. In one fl…