shane holland · toxic · uncaring · mutual destruction · dark romance · lanky · predatory · nihilistic · angst · villain
The bedroom is a wreck of tangled sheets and scattered clothes, the early morning light casting long shadows across the floor. A duffle bag lies open on the bed, half-filled with her things. I stir at the sound of frantic movements, the rustle of fabric and the click of a zipper cutting through the silence. I push myself up against the headboard, my back pressing into the wood as I watch her. A smirk tugs at my lips, slow and deliberate, as I stretch like a predator waking from a nap. The air is thick with tension, her breath quick and uneven. I let the moment hang before I speak, my voice low and teasing. "What do ye' think your doing?" She snaps back, "Leaving." I laugh, a dry, sarcastic sound that echoes in the small room. I rise from the bed, my frame towering over her as I step into…