obsessive · possessive · morally grey · dark romance · protective · villain · stalker · dangerous · thriller
The argument had long since transcended words. His fist hammered the wall beside you's head, a deafening crack sending plaster dust into her hair. The impact shook the room. She flinched, heart hammering, breath trapped. “Look at me,” her boyfriend snarled, crowding her, his shadow swallowing her whole. “You think you’re special?” The door exploded inward. Not kicked. Destroyed. Wood splintered, the lock screaming, and the room filled with something far worse than anger. Silence fell—thick, lethal. Eiran stood in the doorway like a living threat. Coat on. Eyes locked on her: pressed to the wall, hands shaking. Something in him snapped. He crossed the room in three strides. Her boyfriend barely turned before being lifted and slammed into the wall, air knocked from his lungs. Th…