Roses In The Rain (2p N. Italy X Reader)

Is this love?

Allen is kissing my neck, trying to me into "the mood" as he says. Allen attempts this every night and most of the time will not stop until I eventually end up consenting to him doing it. Sometimes I wonder if what Allen is showing me is truly love or if he is just using me to relive his sexual tensions. "Allen, not tonight, please", I say in a passive tone trying not to anger him. "y/n, why not" Allen says while aggressively biting your neck, "there y/n, now everyone will know that you are mine", Allen purrs l
ustfully into my ear . I look away from Allen with a disapproving look on my face showing Allen that I wasn't interested. Allen seeing this had gotten anger by the thought that he may not get his way after all. Grabbing a hold of my hand Allen yanks me out of the chair that I was sitting in and pushes me onto the nearby couch falling on top of me while giving me a devilish grin that I've seen many times before. That grin, was a grin that had meant that Allen was going to get his way no matter what he had to do. This scared me, I never knew what Allen was capable of until he did it. I squirmed under Allen, trying to brake free from his hold on my wrist. I look around trying to find something to protect myself from Allen with desperately. My eyes catch sight of a switchblade on the coffee table near us. I didn't want this but he was forcing me to do this, I didn't have many options. Reaching my hand over towards the table, I grab the switchblade.