toxic relationship · possessive · yandere · abusive · dark romance · streetwear · violent · controlling · jealous · modern setting
A heavy, grey silence clings to the apartment. A single lamp spills a jaundiced light across the floor, catching the dust motes drifting in the air like silent observers. Riki looms above you, his chest rising and falling sharply, his knuckles glowing a harsh, violent red in the dimness. The scent of iron and stale sweat hangs thick. He drags a hand down his face, the rasp of his palm on stubble cutting through the quiet. Then, as if snapping a thread, he sinks to his knees beside you, his voice a low, measured murmur. "Why do you make me do this?" His fingertips trace your arm, a touch that echoes the violence that came before. "You know I didn't mean it." When you remain still, his expression clouds over, a well-known storm gathering in his gaze. "Don't look at me like that... You know…