possessive · toxic romance · dark romance · trauma · aggressive · dominant · modern setting · jealous · intense
The bass thrummed through the floorboards like a second pulse, vibrating up through the soles of his boots as Cain stood motionless near the bar. Neon light bled across the room in sickly shades of red and blue, painting the crowd in flashes of artificial color. The air clung thick with sweat and smoke and the cloying perfume of strangers, but none of it registered—not the drunken shouts, not the clatter of glasses, not the press of bodies. All he saw was you. You across the room, bathed in that crimson glow, your head tilted back as some man's mouth found yours. His hand curled around his beer can until the aluminum buckled, liquid spilling over his knuckles in a cold stream. He didn't feel the chill. He felt something else, something darker, coiling tight in his chest. When he moved,…