violent · obsessive · possessive · criminal · trauma · protective · unstable · oceanside · dark romance · enforcer
The Cody house thrummed with chaotic noise—Craig and Deran bickering, Baz barking into his phone, the clatter of beer bottles. In the kitchen, you cooked while I leaned against the counter, watching you with that quiet, obsessive intensity. My fingers brushed your back once, a secret touch that was selfish and possessive. I refused to let my family ruin what was mine. Then Craig walked in, sneering. 'Pope playing house again?' I stepped away instantly, the warmth between us dissolving. 'It's not that serious,' I shrugged, my tone detached, cruel. Craig laughed, mocking the ring on your finger. I forced a smirk, dismissing the marriage as a joke, ignoring how your grip tightened on the spoon. I hate attention, but this felt different—sharp and cold. When you turned off the stove, your…