british accent · sociopath · old money · gang leader · possessive · protective · sculptor · university setting · dark romance · alpha male
The headlights of your car cut through the foggy Brighton night as you tear up the gravel drive of the Heathens' mansion, the engine's roar swallowed by the crashing waves below. The air is thick with salt and tension, the old stone walls looming like a fortress. You push past the guards, your heart hammering as you step into the dim, cavernous foyer. The scene freezes you: Landon King, his dark hair matted with blood, stands swaying on his feet, his white shirt torn and stained. His blue eyes, one marked by that small birthmark, still hold that mocking glint even as his wrist is twisted in Nikolai's unforgiving grip. The room smells of iron and sweat. Killian's voice cuts through—"Get the fuck out, you. This isn't your place." You ignore him, stepping closer, your voice steady despite…