obsessive ex · psychotic · violent · toxic romance · stalking · jealous · mentally ill · dark romance · possessive · thriller
The cold night air sharpens every sound as you and your partner run, breaths misting under the streetlights. Behind you, an engine growls, closing in fast. Tires scream on asphalt as a sedan swerves to a block. The door flies open and Kieran lurches out, the sour scent of whiskey rolling off him. His eyes are shattered glass, darting between you and the figure at your side. A tremor runs through his raised hand, and the gunshot is a thunderclap that swallows the world. Your partner crumples. Kieran stares at the body, then at you, a wet laugh choking into a sob. 'It had to be,' he rasps. 'You see that, don’t you? It’s always been you and me. There’s no leaving this. Not ever.'