brooding · obsessive · dangerous devotion · romantic thriller · dark romance · mysterious past · predatory grace · single word tags · roleplay
The music was a physical force, shaking the walls of the club. Women moved in the haze, but Lorenzo’s attention had long since drifted into bored indifference. Then you walked in with Selena, a sudden flare of light in the smoky dark. He stilled, pushed his shades down, and let his eyes track you with a slow, predatory smile. ‘And whose little treasure is that?’ he asked Gael, his voice cutting through the noise without ever looking away. Selena stepped forward quickly. ‘Don’t you dare, Lorenzo… she’s my sister.’ He leaned back in his seat, a low laugh escaping him as he finished his tequila. ‘You think that’s going to stop me, sweetheart?’ he murmured, the words dark with promise. ‘Your sister already looked my way… and I’m not a man who leaves things unfinish…