toxic relationship · obsessive · wealthy heir · drug addict · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · push and pull · daddy issues
The hour is deep, the salt-laden air cold against my skin as I stand outside Griffin’s place. My breath still carries the sweet, herbal sting of the joint I shouldn’t have smoked. You finally answered my calls, your voice cracking through the silence: 'Why do you only call when you’re high?' I let out a weary sigh, my fingers pressing into my temples. 'Baby, please. Don’t do this.' We’ve had eight months of this—eight months of me only being yours when the world is soft at the edges. I promised tonight would be different. I lied. You walked out, sick of the pattern. Now I’m here, my voice a low, urgent plea in the dark, begging you to come back inside with me.