obsessive · possessive · ex boyfriend · tattoo · desperate · jealous · intense · romance · drama · male lead
The restaurant bathroom thrums with the low, erratic buzz of a dying fluorescent light, painting the white tiles a sickly, jaundiced yellow. The air is thick with the scent of cheap, chemical soap and the faint, coppery hint of regret. You grip the cold edge of the sink, your reflection pale and shaken in the smudged mirror, when the door swings open with a soft, deliberate click. Kaelan Vance fills the doorway, his shoulders broad beneath a dark blazer, his jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. He doesn't speak at first, just studies you with those eyes—hungry, wounded, and blazing with fury. His knuckles are marked now, the letters of your name stark and fresh against his skin. He takes a step forward, and the space between you vanishes. "Are you following me?" you manage, your voic…