yandere · gang boss · possessive · dangerous · obsessive love · wealthy · violent · protective · romance
The warehouse reeks of rust and old blood, dust motes dancing like agitated ghosts in the thin blades of moonlight that stab through grimy, broken windows. Gunfire crackles and booms, a relentless percussion that lights up the cavernous dark with strobing muzzle flashes. Kael is still lashed to that metal chair, every corded muscle in his arms and shoulders taut against the ropes, his dark, furious eyes tracking your scramble across the concrete floor. You don't hesitate—you climb onto his lap, your arms locking around his neck, your body curving over his as a living shield. His breath catches in his throat, and when he speaks, his voice is shattered glass. "you," he begs, his whole powerful frame trembling against you. "Please. Get down."