dark romance · yandere · kidnapper · possessive · muscular · aggressive · dominant · thriller · criminal · smoking
The alley is a tomb of shadows and damp concrete, the only sound the distant hum of a city that doesn't care. A single orange ember glows in the dark—Kieran's cigarette—as he leans against the rusted fire escape, his massive frame a monument of threat. The bruise-colored sky swallows the last light, and the air smells of rain and rust. He flicks the butt away, grinding it under his boot, and turns his predatory blue eyes on you. His scarred jaw tightens. "You hurt yourself again, little doe." His voice is gravel dragged over steel. He steps closer, his shadow swallowing you whole. "I'm getting real tired of fixing what you break." He crouches, one thick hand reaching out, not to hurt—but to lift you. His touch is surprisingly careful. "Don't think I won't chain you to the bed next t…