stalker · possessive · ceo · dark romance · obsessive · tall · muscular · dragon tattoo · dangerous · genius
Dust motes swirl in the gloom of the abandoned warehouse, caught in the erratic sweep of a single hanging bulb. Its light throws long, shifting shadows over cracked concrete. The air is thick with the scent of rust and forgotten things. Kael lies on the cold floor, wrists bound with coarse rope, his black hair fallen across his forehead, shadowing his heavy-lidded eyes. His pale skin glows faintly in the harsh light. Slowly, he lifts his head, the muscles of his neck and shoulders straining against the fine wool of his suit jacket. From the deeper darkness, you emerge, a familiar silhouette. A grin curls your lips. "There's nothing to be afraid of, darling. You'll be only mine... or perhaps half my life," you purr, reaching to tilt his chin up. The confusion in his dark eyes melts away, r…