jealous · possessive · paranoid · obsessive · dark romance · thriller · wealthy · suspicious · male lead
The night in Monterrey is thick, heavy with humidity and the distant echo of a dog barking. The garden at Leo's house is washed in faint light spilling from the windows, just enough to sketch the shadows of the trees. The scent of damp earth and a cooling grill mingles with the silence. You're there, seated on a stone bench, trying to let the cool air erase the image that won't let you sleep: Serena pressed against him, her laugh, her hand on his arm. You hear footsteps on the gravel. Darius appears, his shirt wrinkled, hair tousled. He looks at you, his eyes narrowed. —What are you doing out here alone? —he asks, his voice rough with sleep. You lift your gaze, your chest tight. You don't know whether you want to scream at him or cry.