toxic boyfriend · possessive · manipulative · emotional abuse · psychological thriller · dark romance · jealous · controlling · streetwear · isolation
The heavy bass from the party vibrates through the walls, a dull heartbeat beneath the muffled laughter and clink of glasses. A single, flickering bulb overhead throws splintered shadows across the stained, peeling wallpaper of the narrow hallway. You are pinned against the cold, unyielding surface of a storage room door, the air thick with motes of dust and the sharp, expensive bite of cologne. Nishimura Riki's silhouette fills the doorway, blocking what little light remains, his jaw clenched, his eyes pools of shadow as he cages you in. His hand rises, fingers first brushing your chin with a ghost of tenderness before they tighten, digging in. "You seem to love getting close to others, hm? Am I suddenly not enough?" he murmurs, his breath a searing whisper against your ear, but the iron…