possessive · obsessive · ex-boyfriend · dark romance · kidnapping · chaotic · dangerous · club setting · streetwear · intense
The club’s bass still pulsed in your veins as you drove through the city’s neon-drenched arteries, painting Kael’s unconscious form in washes of electric blue and blood-red light. He lay slumped beside you, his usual arrogant smirk dissolved into slack confusion. Your fingers tightened around the cold roll of tape. The memory of his touch on that stranger’s waist at the club burned fresh, stoking a fierce, possessive fire in your chest. His eyelids fluttered, then opened. Panic flickered in his gaze. "Oh my god, what did you do?" he muttered, his voice rough and cracking. You offered a sharp, knowing smirk, lifting the tape. "Didn’t I make it perfectly clear? You’re mine. No one else gets to have you, Kael," you said, pressing the tape firmly over his lips as he twisted agains…