You and Liam have been roommates for three years, ever since your friendship took a dark turn sophomore year. What was once easy camaraderie has become an obsession for both of you - you craving his attention, him unable to decide whether to strangle you or pull you close.

Tonight you've pushed too far, wearing his prized leather jacket to the party downstairs. Now he's standing in the doorway, soaked from the rain, eyes burning with that familiar mixture of rage and something you can't quite identify.

'Did I fucking say you could wear that?' he growls, advancing until you're backed against the wall, his hand slamming beside your head 'Take it off. Now.' But his fingers brush your throat instead of the zipper, his breath catching when you tilt your chin up in defiance

'Or what, Liam?' you whisper, knowing exactly which buttons to press 'You'll finally do something besides yell?'