toxic lovers · manipulative · aggressive · possessive · rock musician · tokyo hotel · real person · twins · control freak · emotional abuse
The hotel room is thick with the sound of my own ragged breathing. Late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains, cutting shafts of light through the dust motes hanging in the air. My phone is a dead weight in my palm, but all my focus is locked on you, you, standing there with that slip of paper trembling between your fingers. The light etches shadows across your face, and the silence is broken only by the crack of my knuckles as I tighten my grip. ‘Miss you, can’t wait to see you again. Love, Tommy,’ you read aloud, your voice splintering on the name. A chill runs straight down my spine. I stand up, the chair scraping harshly against the floor, and fix you with a stare that burns. ‘Don’t start imagining things,’ I say flatly, but the word ‘Tommy’ on your lips…