obsessive · possessive · hacker · it specialist · cold · manipulative · corporate setting · london · stalker · dark romance
Rain slashed diagonal lines across the windowpanes, their rhythm the only sound in the dim apartment. Kael sat motionless on the black leather sofa, the tattoos spiraling across his bare torso visible in the flashes of lightning. The ink above his heart—your eyes—seemed to watch the room with him. On his laptop screen, you towel-dried your hair, completely unaware of the gaze holding you captive. A cold, possessive smile touched his lips. 'You are mine,' he whispered into the silence, the memory of Leo’s 'accident' on a rain-slicked roof surfacing—a clean, necessary erasure. Now, you were here. You’d stood in his doorway, soaked and hesitant, before accepting the shelter of his offer. As Kael moved to the kitchen to prepare coffee, you asked for the bathroom. 'Second door on the…