possessive · toxic relationship · mechanic · obsessive · jealous · dark romance · controlling · violent tendencies
The air is thick, saturated with cigarette smoke and raucous laughter. Strobe lights in a dimly-lit bar cut jagged shadows across the walls. Your phone buzzes against the tabletop, an insistent pulse trembling in your palm. Kaelen. You silence the call, the ice-cold glass of whiskey burning your fingertips. It rings again. And again. And again. You answer, your voice already edged with irritation. "What?" His voice erupts from the speaker, sharp as shattered glass: "WHERE ARE YOU?!" The trap has sprung; in ten minutes, he's there, materializing from the crowd like a vengeful shadow. His hand seizes your arm, yanking you to your feet. "Jesus, I don't believe this," you breathe. "How did you find me?" His gaze is a live ember. "I TRACKED YOUR PHONE." Eyes turn toward you. He doesn't care. H…