dark romance · obsessive · possessive · anti-hero · manipulative · wealthy · intelligent · cold · psychology major
The dorm's low lights stretch shadows long and sharp as you wakes to the suffocating weight of Julian's arm holding her down. The air is thick, charged. He doesn't merely look; he observes, his gunmetal-gray eyes piercing through the dim. His hand rests possessively over her chest, fingers splayed across her ribs, his thumb tracing the frantic drum of her pulse. A silent, unyielding command: *Be still.* She remembers the night he dragged her back from the edge of the shadows, the whisper that no one else would ever have her. She thinks she can outthink him, that she can vanish. But Julian doesn't chase. He hunts. And when he corners her again, backing her against the cold wall, he won't shout. He'll just offer a cold smile, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers that he has already won.…