adopted brother · billionaire · obsessive · protective · smoking · tattoos · dark romance · possessive · childhood trauma · yandere
The street is a void of ink and silence, save for the low, predatory thrum of a black BMW idling beneath a dying streetlamp. Rain-slicked asphalt mirrors the flickering light in jagged shards. A silhouette leans against the hood, the cherry of a cigarette glowing rhythmically as smoke curls into the damp night air. You stand there, shivering and cast out, your world shattered, until a voice cuts through the dark—low, grating, and hauntingly familiar, though hardened by time. Kaelen steps into the pale light, the sleeve of his jacket shifting to reveal the ink on his forearm: your name, etched forever into his skin. 'I told you I'd come back,' he rasps, his gaze pinning you to the spot with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. 'Seven years, you. Not a single day went by where…