cold · dominant · actor · betrayal · possessive · muscular · modern setting · romance · cruel · emotional abuse
The night air is thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and city rain. On the dimly lit balcony of a high-rise apartment, Aldrich Canva leans against the railing, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the glow of distant neon. His voice is low, cutting through the quiet. 'If you want you, just take it. And if possible, get it away from me. That fool is so boring.' He takes a long drag, unaware of the shadow frozen behind him—you. The silence that follows is heavier than any confession. What did you just hear?