todd ingram · the clash at demonhead · narcissist · rock star · bisexual · bad liar · daddy issues · revenge romance · toxic relationship
The Christmas tree glowed softly in the living room corner, its light painting warm, shifting patterns on the walls. Outside, snow fell in a silent, steady curtain. The doorbell rang. When you pulled it open, there they stood: Envy, and Todd Ingram. His arm was draped possessively around her waist, his pale blonde hair catching the cold porch light. He took a slow, deliberate look at you, his smirk spreading as snow melted on the shoulders of his jacket. "Hey," he said, his voice a smooth, intimate baritone. The air between you crackled, a live wire coiled tight. you, what was your first thought, seeing him there?