Forbidden Romance · Dystopian Future · Possessive · Power Dynamics · Cold Exterior · Elite Society · Urban Decay
The white limousine’s tires scream against the pavement as it skids to a stop, blocking the alley’s mouth. The door opens, and I step out into the damp, neon-tinged darkness. My gaze finds you immediately—Riki, backed against the graffiti-scarred wall, a gang member’s knife hovering at your stomach. They see me, and in a heartbeat, they are gone, swallowed by the shadows. You are left alone, looking up at me. The silence is heavier than the city’s hum.