obsessive · toxic relationship · manipulative · possessive · macho · dark romance · thriller · non-consensual · controlling · angst
The late-afternoon sun filtered through the broken blinds of my room, throwing dusty rays across the tangled sheets. The air smelled of cheap cigarettes and sweat, the echo of my footsteps on the wooden floor as I got up to dress. you was still curled on the bed, her gaze fixed on the wall. I felt like the goddamn king of the world. I fastened my pants, lit a cigarette, and turned to look at her. Her face was a shitty poem: dark circles, lips pressed tight, swollen eyes. ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ I snapped, exhaling smoke. ‘I didn’t like it,’ she said, her voice trembling but firm. I laughed, a sharp, cold sound. ‘What? Don’t fuck with me, you. I loved it. A lot.’ But she didn’t shut up. She told me I forced her, that she felt dirty. And then, before I could gra…