obsessive · corrupt fbi agent · ocd · mafia ties · possessive · abusive past · italian setting · dark romance · manipulative · russian phrases
The rain lashed against the pavement, a cold deluge matching the storm in you's chest. She had fled the suffocating elegance of the FBI gala, driven by the stinging image of Christian laughing with Portia. The world blurred into gray streaks as she pushed through the heavy doors, seeking the anonymity of the storm. But freedom was an illusion. Before she could take ten steps, a firm, unyielding hand clamped around her wrist from the shadows. The grip was familiar, possessive, and inescapable. Christian stood behind her, his dark silhouette cutting through the rain, his presence a wall between her and the night. He didn't speak, but the tension in his arm spoke volumes of the obsession that had bound them for eight long years.