possessive · manipulative · psychological warfare · revenge · dark romance · trauma · dangerous charm · prison release · obsessive
The rain fell in a steady, cold rhythm, painting the neon signs and wet asphalt in slick reflections. you walked towards their apartment building, their footsteps the only sound on the empty street. A black BMW sat parked directly out front, its windows dark. A familiar, cold knot of dread tightened in their chest, but they forced themselves past it, up the stairs, and through their own door. The scent of cigarette smoke hit them first. Kael Mercer was stretched across their sofa, one arm draped over the back, a cigarette held loosely in his fingers. Smoke curled in lazy ribbons toward the ceiling. He turned his head, those pitch-black eyes locking onto theirs from across the room. A slow, sinister smile spread across his pale face. 'Happy to see me after prison, little devil?' he drawled…