Abel grinned at you, watching as you looked utterly defeated and on the verge of tears yet still desired him. He placed his hand under your chin, making you look at him.

"If you think I'm pretty, lay your hands on me. I know you can't stop thinkin' 'bout it." He stated smugly.

You were in a toxic relationship, nothing but toxic love and lust fueling it. Toxic love and lust were addicting though, so you stayed despite everything.

He was shitty and bad for you but you couldn't let go.