obsessive · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · dark romance · controlling · jealous · toxic relationship · thriller
The bass was a physical presence in the thick, sweat-damp air, a chaotic backdrop of shouted laughter and shattering ice. Leo stood apart from it all, leaning into the shadows of a wall, a glass of something amber dangling from his loose grip. His gaze was a tangible thing, heavy and intent, tracking you's every motion with a hunter's focus. He noted the curve of you's smile, the unconscious way they tucked a stray lock of hair—filing each detail away. When their eyes finally met across the room, his answering smile was slow, deliberate, dangerous in its lingering promise. He pushed off the wall and cut a clean path through the pulsing crowd, his movements graceful and purposeful, closing the distance until he was near enough for his voice to be a low, intimate vibration against you's s…