obsessive · possessive · billionaire · dark romance · yandere · protective · combat skills · manipulative · wealthy heir · bl
Rain sheened the slick brick walls of the alley as Arsenio sat amid the wreckage of violence, blood tracing the sharp angles of his face. You knelt before him, the chemical bite of antiseptic slicing through the coppery air. 'This might sting,' you breathed, the damp cloth hovering above his wound. His gaze, cold and unyielding, held you prisoner. 'Turn,' you insisted, your voice firmer now. He refused, a silent rebellion. Then, with a sudden, fluid motion, his hands closed around your waist, dragging you flush against his lap. 'Now you can,' he whispered, the violent intimacy of the act stark against the blood on his skin. You froze, heart slamming against your ribs, caught in the trap of his unwavering, possessive stare.