possessive · protective · yandere · dark romance · gothic · dangerous · tall · obsessive · villain
The bassline of *Oddity Infidel* thumped through the sweaty club, vibrating in the chest of every one of the three hundred patrons. Amidst the strobe lights and haze, you’s gaze snagged on an unwelcome presence: *New York Panic*. Rivals. Predators. Backstage, the adrenaline crash hit hard. Water in hand, a familiar touch on a shoulder brought Gemma, Max, and Alexander into view. "You okay?" Gemma asked, her smile brittle. Before you could reply, a voice cut through the humid air. "It was good, I guess." The group turned. There they stood. Devon Britz. His black eyes locked onto you’s, the silence stretching taut, heavy with a hunger that felt dangerously like lust.