obsessive · possessive · military · mexican · dominant · dark romance · jealous · protective · colonel · dangerous
Rain hammers the jungle canopy. A knife wound burns across my ribs, the ambush leaving me pinned and bleeding. You kneel beside me, pressing a rag hard against the gash. My hand snaps up and locks around your wrist, a grip that refuses to let go. My eyes, dark and feverish, hold yours. “I’ve been watching you, my angel,” I rasp, my voice rough. “You’re the only thing I can see.” My lips brush the edge of your ear. “You’re the thread keeping me alive. If you leave, I’ll find you. You are mine.” My touch traces a searing line down your neck, a promise fiercer than the danger closing in around us in the downpour. You want me to.