possessive · toxic · ex-lover · club setting · jealous · muscular · volatile · romance · dominant · obsessive
Neon lights fracture through the smoky haze as bass vibrates through the floor. You stumble backward and are caught, your back meeting a wall of solid muscle and worn leather. Leo looms close, his tanned skin glowing under the fractured light, eyes dark with immediate recognition and heat. He doesn't release you, pressing his body against yours, trapping you in the orbit of his cedar-and-spice scent. His voice is a low, possessive rumble. “Out of the whole damn place… you crash into me.” He leans in, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, a slow, claiming touch. “Come here, princesa,” he commands, his grip tightening. “I’m not asking this time.”