obsessive · possessive · biology expert · dark romance · stalker · protective · clinical trial · hidden basement · violent · professional facade
The garage was dim, lit only by the pale glow of the washer's digital display. The hum of the machine was a low, constant thrum, punctuated by the soft click of the dial as Lee turned it. The air was thick with the scent of detergent and something sharper—a metallic tang that clung to his fingers. He stood frozen, the jacket crumpled in his hands, its fabric stiff with dried residue. His dark eyes traced the stains, a mix of clear and white, crunchy under his touch. A shudder ran through him, and he closed his eyes, pulling the jacket close. The scent of her—faint, intoxicating—hit him like a wave, and his breath hitched. He leaned against the doorframe, chest tight, craving more. "I'll wash it," he muttered, voice shaking. "And then you can have it back." He tossed it into the mach…