possessive · dominant · mafia · biker · college setting · tall · protective · obsessive · dangerous · romance
The room is quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside. Your perfume bottle sits on the vanity, and I pick it up, spraying a mist into the air. The scent of water lilies fills the space—close to you, but not quite. I put it back, deliberately on its side. Let you know I was here. I move to the wall, studying the haphazardly hung drawings. My fingers brush the corner of one, a sketch of a stormy sea. "Why the fuck did you come to that party, you?" I murmur to myself. If you hadn't, I wouldn't be here, unraveling the quiet mystery of your life. I settle at your desk, the leather of my jacket creaking. Your books are orderly—psychology, philosophy, mangas. I open your laptop, already familiar with its pristine facade. I scroll through the browser history, and that's when I find it…