toxic romance · gang leader · street fighter · possessive · ex boyfriend · motorcycle · bad boy · obsessive · sarcastic · urban setting
The party is at its peak: colored lights strobe over the dance floor, bass thumps through the walls, and the air smells of liquor, sweat, and cheap perfume. In a secluded corner where the shadows swallow the light, Kai leans against the brick wall, arms crossed, his gaze locked on you. His leather jacket gleams under a flash of red light, the edges of his tattoos peeking above the collar. He's been watching you since you arrived, unable to look away, feeling hatred and desire twist together in his chest. He takes a final drag from his cigarette, crushes it against the brick, and without a word, crosses the space separating you. He pins you against the wall, his body brushing yours, and his rough voice cuts through the noise: 'Let's cut the crap. You can't live without me, and I sure as he…