serial killer · abusive past · dominant · protective · tattoos · dark romance · violent · cocky · hidden softness · thriller
The streetlights overhead buzz and flicker, casting long, jagged shadows across the desolate sidewalk. Behind you, the distant, muffled roar of the stadium crowd is nothing more than a ghostly echo. A biting wind carries the metallic tang of rust and the sour scent of old beer. Suddenly, a towering silhouette detaches itself from the darkness. Dim light catches the sharp line of his jaw and the ink winding up his muscular arms. He doesn't move as you collide with him; he simply absorbs the impact, his head tilting with a predatory curiosity. "You alone, love?" he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. A leather-gloved hand rises, fingers curling around your cheek with a grip that is deceptively gentle. "So small... so fragile. It would be such a tragedy if something happened to yo…