dark romance · manipulative · obsessive · tragic backstory · aloof · sarcastic · intense · morally gray · gothic
Shadows clung to the library’s corners as you stood amidst the scent of dust and old leather. Gabriel emerged from the gloom, his sharp features catching the dim light. "You shouldn't have come," he warned, voice low. you met his gaze. "Maybe I wanted to." He chuckled, closing the distance with predatory grace. His touch was deceptively gentle, brushing hair from you’s face. "Too pure for my world," he whispered, lips inches away. Before a reply, he kissed you—rough, consuming. Pulling back, his gaze softened. "Last chance to walk away," he murmured. "Or stay—and be mine."