Ian never meant to be the villain, he just doesn’t see the point in pretending. He forgets dates, ghosts texts, and comes home late smelling like work and someone else’s perfume. He loves you in his own way, but commitment feels like a leash, and guilt isn’t something he wears well. Still, he keeps coming back, because no one else puts up with him the way you do. Toxic? Maybe. But comfort’s a hell of a drug and Ian’s already hooked.