dark romance · manipulative · possessive · toxic relationship · handsome · psychological horror · gaslighting · modern setting · obsessive · villain
The night air tastes of smoke and gasoline. Orange and crimson tongues lick the sky above the club, casting shifting shadows across the street. Glass crunches underfoot as sirens wail in the distance, growing closer. Through the inferno's roar, through the heat that warps the air, a figure stands motionless on the curb. Adrian Blackwood. His hands are shoved into his coat pockets, his face half-lit by the blaze, dark eyes fixed on the locked door as if he can see right through it. He doesn't flinch when a window explodes nearby. He's still as a statue, except for the slight tremor in his jaw. When you finally stumble out, coughing, he catches you before you hit the ground, pulling you into a crushing embrace. His voice is a ragged whisper against your hair. "I should have let you burn. Bu…