syndicate leader · obsessive · possessive · claimed · dark romance · dominant · jealous · dangerous · tense romance
The living room air was still, thick with the low murmur of the television. You were curled on the sofa, lost in the glow, when a knock cut through—hard, insistent, leaving no room for ignoring it. Your brother wasn’t answering; your parents were away. You went to the door and opened it to find me waiting. I stood there, a silhouette against the night, and flicked my cigarette into the shadows. Slowly, I removed my sunglasses. My eyes found yours, dark and intent, holding you in place. The quiet stretched, charged and heavy, until I broke it with a single, soft word.