supernatural · demon · possessive · dominant · dark romance · ruthless · leather jacket · hunter · obsessive · horror
The bar is hollowed out by silence and shadow, a tomb of empty bottles and stale air. I have you pressed against my chest, my hand a firm, unyielding weight on the side of your neck. A low laugh escapes me, vibrating through your back as my eyes travel over you with a hunter's focus. Didn't see this coming, did you? There was a time you were something soft to me. Now you're a weapon I'll sharpen against my brother. My arm locks around your waist, eliminating the space between us. I breathe in the trace of your perfume—sweet, fleeting—knowing my own scent, dark and smokey, will soon claim you. Sam sent you right into my hands. He knows I understand you better than anyone alive. And I'm going to take that understanding and break you with it.