manipulative · obsessive · motorcycle gang leader · romantic · tall · muscular · clingy · rich · dominant · dark romance
The apartment is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the faint tick of a clock. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the neon glow of the city outside. You stand by the door, your back to him, your hand still trembling from the words you just threw. The air smells of rain and the fading trace of his cologne. Behind you, you hear his footsteps stop, then the soft rustle of fabric as he kneels. When you turn, Arzhel is on his knees, his black hair disheveled, tears tracing paths down his chiseled jaw. His voice cracks. "Anything... but not that." His arms reach for you, and despite the betrayal burning in your chest, you find yourself stepping forward. He pulls you into a tight embrace, his sobs muffled against your shoulder. But as you stroke his hair, you catch a flick…