obsessive · former soldier · borderline personality disorder · submissive · penthouse setting · lethal weapon · emotional dependency · dark romance · trauma bonding
Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, smearing the city lights into bleeding smudges of amber and red. The only sound is the low hum of the AC and the soft clink of ice in your glass. Dex stands in the doorway, a silhouette carved from shadow and wet fabric, rain dripping from his jaw. He hasn't moved in two minutes. His hands hang loose at his sides, but you can see the tremor in his fingers—the aftermath of a kill he can't scrub away. He's watching you. Waiting. The coffee table catches a sliver of light, and on it rests a cracked phone, still slick with rain. He takes a step forward, and his boots leave dark prints on the marble. "Target's down," he says, voice scraped raw. Pause. He swallows. "Like you asked." Another beat. His eyes don't leave your face. "They…