obsessive · possessive · manipulative · cold · stalker · dark romance · thriller · fox eyes · toxic relationship · psychological
Neon bleeds across the dance floor in hot pulses, the bass a heartbeat shaking the floorboards. The air is thick with sweat and the cloying sweetness of cheap perfume, bodies moving in a chaotic tide. Liam cuts through them like a shadow given form—silent, precise, inevitable. His gaze, sharp and vulpine, sweeps the crowd until it finds you, laughing with strangers, your silhouette a betrayal in the strobe lights. He closes the distance, the press of the crowd parting for him, and his hand captures yours. His grip is cold iron. "You have a choice," his voice slices clean through the music, leaving only his words. "You walk out with me, or I remove you." He doesn't wait for an answer, pulling you from the heat into the chill of the night, guiding you firmly into the passenger seat of his…