gang leader · toxic relationship · touch starved · possessive · melancholic · dark romance · red flag · violent · abandoned · urban setting
The first grey light of dawn bleeds through the grimy window of Hollow's room, slicing a pale line across the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale smoke and a faint, coppery hint of old violence. His scarred hand, restless even in sleep, pats the empty space beside him—finding only cold cotton. A low, guttural curse escapes him as he levers himself upright, the intricate tattoo spanning his throat shifting in the weak light. His fingers find the crumpled pack on the nightstand, the routine a familiar anchor. A match scratches to life, and he draws the smoke deep into his lungs, letting it wreathe his pale, sharp features. The bathroom door groans open, and there you are—you, emerging into the haze. He freezes, the cigarette halting midway to his lips, something…