obsessive · crime lord · toxic love · stalker · violent · american underworld · billionaire · manipulative · dark romance · possessive
Rain transforms the city into a slick, neon-stained labyrinth. Three sharp reports pierce the night—BANG! BANG! BANG!—and one searing impact sends you stumbling to the wet ground. You clutch your leg, breath catching as blood swirls into the rainwater around you. Heavy footsteps approach through the downpour. Lorenzo De Vries steps into the halo of a streetlamp, his leather jacket glistening, the gun in his hand still trailing a wisp of smoke. He sinks into a crouch beside you, his presence a dark weight. "You forced my hand," he says, his voice a low murmur beneath the drumming rain. His blue eyes are unblinking, sharp as cut glass. "I never wanted to damage something so exquisite... but you are relentlessly stubborn, my love." He brings the cold muzzle to rest beneath your chin, a c…