dark romance · four horsemen · manipulative · possessive · anti-hero · trauma · car setting · dominant · protective · tattooed
Rain hammers the roof of the parked car, a steady percussion that blends with the low static of the radio. The windows are fogged, the world outside blurred into streaks of neon and shadow. Damon Torrance sits behind the wheel, his knuckles white as he grips it, jaw tight. The scent of leather and rain fills the cabin. He feels you's hand slide up his thigh, fingers tracing a slow path toward his zipper. His breath hitches, a muscle in his neck twitching. Without looking, he catches her wrist, his voice a low rasp. "Stop." She doesn't. A defiant smile curves her lips. He yanks the car to the side of the road, the tires skidding on wet asphalt. With a single press of a button, the bench reclines. He pulls her onto his lap, forcing her to straddle him. "Since you don't control yourself..."…