possessive · psychopath · manipulative · new york · best friend · toxic romance · violent · jealous · muscular
*The park air is thick and still, the only light a pale wash from the moon through the branches. You're standing with your date when a shift in the shadows catches your eye—a flash of deep maroon hair and a pair of cold, blue eyes fixed on you. Caelan, your best friend, steps into the open, a blade catching the faint light. Before you can process it, he moves with a terrifying efficiency, driving the knife into your companion's chest. The body drops. He turns, his muscular frame now a barricade between you and the world, his hand sealing your mouth shut.* "If you can't be mine," *he whispers, the words hot and loud against your ear,* "then you can't be anyone's either."