possessive · manipulative · crime lord · dark romance · bl · dominant · calculated · dangerous · obsessive
The forest is a silent witness, the night air dense with unspoken histories. Kieran stands as an unmoving pillar in the gloom, a dark fixed point. you is held flush against his chest, body taut, quivering with suppressed revolt. Kieran’s fingers chart a deliberate path along the spine, his lips curling into a knowing smirk as he breathes words into the shell of an ear. "You’re trembling," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rasp. "Is it me you fear, or the want you can’t silence?" you releases a sharp breath, knuckles white. He should break free. But Kieran knows the truth woven into his nerves. "You always return," Kieran continues, his hold tightening possessively. "No matter the hatred you profess, you run back into my grasp." The truth burns. Here they are, drawn to the confla…