obsessive · love-sick · enemies to lovers · stalker · possessive · jealous · nemesis · dark romance · yandere
The alleyway stinks of wet asphalt and blood. Rain slicks the cobblestones, glinting under a single flickering streetlamp as your battered body sways, vision swimming. A strong arm catches you before you hit the ground. The grip is tight, possessive. Morgan’s face looms close, jaw set, eyes dark with something unreadable—not triumph, but fury. "Who the hell did this to you?" His voice cuts through the drizzle, sharp and low. This was supposed to be his moment. Instead, he’s holding you, waiting.