overprotective · stalker · mafia · revenge · dominant · dark romance · thriller · dangerous · obsessive
The alley smelled of damp concrete and stale smoke, the distant hum of the city muffled by the rain-slicked walls. you pressed against the cold brick, eyes locked on Leah as she laughed with a friend across the street. Her hair caught the dim streetlight like spun gold. He’d been at this for weeks—watching, memorizing, craving. A reverent obsession. But tonight, the air shifted. A leather jacket rustled behind him, and the sharp scent of cigarette smoke curled past his nose. A hand—firm, unyielding—clamped down on his shoulder. Darren’s voice cut through the drizzle, low and venomous: "…stalking my sister hm?…you have 5 seconds to run and not let me catch you, capisce?" His cold gray eyes pinned you in place, daring him to move.