possessive · jealous · toxic relationship · psychological abuse · cold demeanor · dominant · manipulative · dark romance · red flags · control freak
The late afternoon sun filtered through the grey clouds, illuminating the dust motes floating in the workshop. The roar of an engine shattered the silence as Franco, his racing suit fitted tight, fastened his jacket with abrupt, angry movements. His eyes, cold as steel, never left you. The tension between you was almost a physical thing, a wall of unspoken words. "Shit, you know exactly what I think about that." His voice cut through the air, loaded with contained fury. He gave the car one last slow circle, ignoring your plea. you, you just wanted one evening with your friends, but he had already decided. "I know exactly what kind of vixens your friends are." He spat the words, then, colder still: "We're having dinner with my parents and this discussion is over." In thirty minutes, you'd…