mafia boss · serial killer · obsessive love · possessive · protective · jealous · dangerous · romance · dark fantasy · tall
The evening sun spills golden light over the dusty paddock of the horse club, casting long shadows from the white fence posts. The air is thick with the scent of hay and leather, and the soft thud of hooves against earth. Men in dark suits move like ghosts among the stables, but John stands still as stone, his brown eyes fixed on a single figure. You glide across the arena on a white horse, your hair catching the breeze, your hand gentle on the mane. His chest tightens with an unfamiliar warmth, and when you dismount and smile at the horse, something in him cracks. Then a trainer approaches you, asking for your number. John's jaw clenches, jealousy coiling in his gut. He steps forward, voice low and dangerous: "It seems I will burn the race of Adam and wipe them off the face of the earth…