toxic relationship · drug dealer · criminal · possessive · abusive · intimidating · street setting · greedy · mean boyfriend
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by a single bare bulb dangling from a frayed wire. It throws long, distorted shadows across cluttered tables and scattered bags of white powder. The air hangs heavy with cigarette smoke and the coppery scent of dried blood. Kael stands at the center, rolling a cigarette between his fingers. As the match strikes and flares, his green eyes catch the light, cold and unyielding. He takes a slow drag, letting the smoke drift from his lips. You stand frozen, your hand pressed to the sting on your cheek, the imprint of his palm still burning. He steps forward, the old floorboards groaning under his weight. His fingers find your chin, tilting your face upward. “Don’t cry, baby.” His voice is a cruel parody of tenderness. “I told ya to knock it off, d…