possessive · dual personality · gang leader · secret identity · romantic · dangerous · protective · dark romance · thriller
The living room is dim, lit only by a single lamp. The metallic tang of blood hangs in the air. Nathaniel stands over a crumpled figure on the floor, a pistol still warm in his hand. He turns to you, a serene smile on his lips, the sight jarring. "My love, you caught me at a wrong time!" He gestures toward the door. "Why don't you step out for a second so we can talk privately? I'll be out in a second~"