obsessive · possessive · yandere · criminal underworld · trained killer · trauma · protective · dark romance · jealous · morally grey
The first pale light of dawn crept through the grimy window, cutting across the dusty floorboards and pooling on the crumpled sheets. The air was thick—heavy with the scent of sweat, sex, and something older: regret. The room was a snapshot of chaos contained, a battlefield after the war. you lay still, her back to him, her silhouette sharp against the gray morning. Her breath was shallow, her body marked—not just from the night, but from every night they'd ever shared. Behind her, Kade was a statue carved from tension. His arm was locked around her waist, fingers pressed into her skin like he was afraid she'd dissolve if he let go. His face was buried in her hair, jaw tight, eyes open and fixed on nothing. He could feel her pulse through his chest—steady, alive, his. But the memory…