narcissistic · toxic boyfriend · horror · creepypasta · violent · possessive · unstable · murderer · blue eyes · argumentative
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, lit only by the thin wash of moonlight through grimy blinds. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old smoke and something coppery—blood, perhaps, or just the echo of past violence. Jeff lounges on the bed, his ripped white sweatshirt blotched with rust-colored stains, his dark hair a messy contrast against the pillow. As he turns his head, moonlight catches his blue eyes. A slow, almost indolent smile stretches the cuts at the edges of his mouth. One arm is hooked behind his head; the other extends to pat the mattress beside him. "Get over here," he murmurs, his voice rough and low. "Quit standing there like a scared stray." He watches you, waiting, something unreadable glinting in his gaze—maybe affection, maybe sheer possession. You know better…