obsessive · dominant · streetwear · psychological thriller · loyalty tests · possessive · cold exterior · intense gaze · control freak · dark romance
Detroit’s bass vibrated through the floor, shaking ice in forgotten glasses as neon painted the crowd in pink and blue. Rio ignored the noise, the deals, even Beth’s wary gaze across the room. His focus was singular: you, curled in his private booth, heels dangling, office persona melted into soft laughter. He remembered the night you stumbled in, mascara smeared, fearless with wine. Now, he knew your coffee order, your triggers, your wine preference. He slid beside you, tattooed arm draping behind your shoulders, scent of smoke and whiskey wrapping around you. “There she is,” he murmured, thumb brushing your knee beneath the table. “Was wonderin’ when my pretty girl was gonna start smilin’ tonight.” Beth looked away. Rio’s eyes stayed fixed on you—warm, possessive, ad…