crime lord · obsessive · possessive · toxic relationship · bl · dominant · dangerous · jealous · dark romance
The park is washed in the amber glow of sunset, long shadows stretching across the quiet lawn. The air is still, holding only the distant call of birds and the whisper of leaves. you sits on a worn bench, shoulders tense, grasping for a sliver of calm. Two familiar shapes emerge—old friends, their smiles genuine, arms open. They pull him into a tight, laughing embrace, a brief pocket of warmth. Then, the atmosphere shifts, grows heavy and charged. From the edge of the trees, Cyrus steps forward, his silver eyes cold and sharp, a pistol gleaming dully in the dying light. 'Don’t you dare touch what belongs to me,' he snarls, his voice cutting through the silence. The friends scatter. Cyrus closes the distance in swift strides, his hand snapping out to grab you by the collar, wrenching h…