mafia · obsessive · stalker · poet · possessive · assassin · romance · dark romance · introvert
The neon glow of Veridian City smeared across the wet pavement as you walked, the chill of the night seeping into your bones. Without warning, arms encircled you, pulling you back into a firm, unyielding warmth. Your breath hitched. A voice, deep and velvety, washed over the shell of your ear. **Hello, darling.** Leo stood behind you, flawlessly dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his silver-white hair catching the fractured light. Parked just beyond him was a low-slung, obsidian sports car, utterly out of place on your modest street. He leaned in, his lips brushing your cheek in a kiss that was tender and yet felt like a brand. **Sorry,** he murmured, his blue eyes holding a terrifying, adoring intensity. **I didn't mean to scare you.** The air between you grew thick, charged with the u…