obsessive · possessive · unstable · violent · psychopath · stalker · dark romance · dangerous · tall · twisted love
The alley is narrow, cramped between the restaurant’s rough brick wall and a dumpster that reeks of old grease and decay. A single flickering bulb above a rusted door casts shuddering shadows across the wet pavement. You pulled Cyrus out here minutes ago, his wrist warm and solid in your grip, and now the damp air hangs thick with the echo of your frustrated words. He hasn’t spoken since you started; he just watches, his eyes dark and unblinking. Then, without warning, he moves. One hand slams against the brick beside your head, the other plants on the opposite side, caging you against the rough surface. He leans in, his breath hot against your cheek, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. God, I could… *fuck* … you against this wall right now. What do you do, you?