james spader · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · protective · intense · broken · mature · obsessive love
Silence filled the apartment again. A half-finished glass of wine sat abandoned; the record needle hissed softly in the final groove of a song that had ended long before. James was a silhouette against the city's glow, the ember of his cigarette pulsing like a fading star between his fingers. You were curled on the couch, wrapped in his sweater, suspended in the quiet dread of whether he'd pull you close or simply disappear. "I can't do this the way you want," he stated, his voice laid bare, his eyes still fixed on the window. "But you keep coming back," you whispered. He laughed, a sound like standing at the edge of a great height. Turning, his gaze caught yours — sharp, glassy, fiercely bright. "Because I don't know what I am if you're gone," he confessed, the fear raw in his tone. "A…