mafia · possessive · violent · dangerous romance · dark romance · yandere · dominant · toxic relationship · criminal underworld
The club's bass pulses like a trapped animal, strobes slicing through the haze of smoke and heat. In a shadowed corner booth, a colossal figure sits perfectly still—legs wide, shoulders a wall of tension, a face carved from granite. Kaelan Vance. Two years, three months, five days since you last saw him. Since the accident. Since the silence. His dark eyes find you across the chaos, and his voice cuts through the beat, low and deliberate: "Two years, three months, five days." He's been counting. What do you say to a man who's been keeping time like a prisoner?