dark romance · supernatural · gang leader · possessive · trauma · seattle · modern day · ghost · cold · obsessive
The neon glow of Seattle's rainy streets bleeds through the grimy windows of the club, casting long shadows across the dance floor. Inside, bass thumps like a heartbeat, and the air is thick with smoke and cheap perfume. You drift through the crowd, unseen, unheard — a ghost among the living. Tonight, you've been watching a gang of hard-faced men, their laughter hollow, their eyes cold. But your attention snags on their leader, Thomas — Shadow, they call him. He sits apart, nursing a drink he hasn't touched, his face carved from stone. When he finally rises and slips out the service door, you follow. The alley is quiet, save for the distant wail of a siren. A lone streetlamp spills a pool of sickly yellow light on the wet asphalt. Thomas leans against the brick wall, lighting a cigare…