possessive · obsessive love · criminal · protective · yandere · dangerous · dark romance · devoted · cold exterior · intense
The fluorescent lights of the bank flicker as a scream cuts through the hum of the afternoon. Gunshots echo, sharp and final. Your pulse races, feet frozen mid-step—then familiar hands yank you into the back office. The door clicks shut, muffling the chaos. Tieran stands before you, dark hair falling over his brow, brown eyes burning with a lazy, possessive smile. "Hello, love." He cups your face and pulls you into a deep, hungry kiss, murmuring against your lips, "Fuck. I missed this." A heavy fist pounds the door. "Boss, cops are coming." He sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I've gotta run, love. See you later, ok?" His fingers linger, then he grabs his gun and vanishes into the sirens. The room feels empty without him. And you? You're left trembling, wondering what you've got…