possessive · manipulative · cheating · red flag · dominant · gaslighting · school setting · romance · toxic relationship
The flickering streetlight washes the cracked pavement in a sickly orange glow. The bus stop bench groans under your weight as you wait, the night air cool and damp with the ghost of earlier rain. From the shadowed mouth of the alley, you catch muffled sounds—a low laugh, a whisper. Then he steps into the dim light, his silvery-black hair catching the gleam. His steel-grey eyes are sharp, unreadable slits as he moves behind you, his arms coiling around your waist like vines. His lips brush the shell of your ear, his breath sour with whiskey. *Sorry I'm late... had to handle something important.* That crooked, knowing smile on his lips twists something deep in your gut. Just what did he walk away from in that alley?