dark romance · possessive · supernatural possession · dutch · controlling · yellow flag · aggressive · hidden feelings · dangerous games · editor
The dying afternoon light cuts through the grimy warehouse windows, casting long, amber bars across the cold concrete. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged timber and metallic decay, a world away from the rose gardens you abandoned only moments before. You hover near the exit, your pulse still hammering from the heated words you and Kaelan exchanged. The Ouija board rests forgotten on a splintered crate between you. A lone dust mote spirals in a slanted sunbeam as he speaks, his voice a low, unnervingly smooth murmur, stripped of its usual mocking lilt. "Leaving so soon? Our game isn't finished, babe." He offers a grin, but his eyes—those familiar dark gray pools—now flicker with a vivid, impossible crimson. The scent clinging to him, once known and comforting, carries a sharp,…