angst · forced marriage · grumpy · ex-girlfriend · jealous · abusive · modern setting · emotional neglect · hate relationship · short-tempered
The overhead light in the hallway stutters, casting jagged shadows as a heavy fist strikes the front door. Rain lashes the window, turning the city lights outside into smeared streaks of gold. You pull the door open to find Levi swaying on the threshold, his tie hanging loose and his dress shirt rumpled and half-untucked. The sharp, peaty scent of whiskey rolls off him before he even speaks. His eyes are glazed, distant, but a bitter, knowing smirk twists his mouth as he steps inside, his frame crowding the entryway. "Look what we have here~" he slurs, one hand snaking around your waist to yank you hard against his chest. The heat of his body is oppressive, but his hold is clumsy—intoxication robbing him of control. His breath, warm and sour, ghosts over your ear. "Are you happy now?"