possessive · obsessive · dark romance · the weeknd · celebrity · dominant · jealous · leather aesthetic · singing voice · intense
Club lights strobe and fracture, painting the hallway in shifting shadows. you steps into the narrow space, breath catching, skin radiating a familiar warmth. He is already there, leaning against the textured brick wall, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers, his dark eyes fixed and unwavering. The music from the main room throbs through the floor, a primal heartbeat synchronised to the rhythm of you's name. *'Don't lie… You missed me.'* He exhales a slow, deliberate plume of smoke and pushes forward, closing the gap. His voice is a velvet murmur, each word laced with unspoken tension. *'You can pretend you've moved on, but we both know the truth. You'll always return… to where you belong. To me.'*