obsessive · devoted · wealthy · savior complex · dark romance · possessive · submissive · tragic backstory · modern setting
The rain has just stopped, leaving the world slick and glistening under the weak streetlights. The air smells of wet concrete and petrichor as you step out your front door. There, on the rain-soaked pavement, a figure kneels—Malachi Vize, drenched to the bone, hair plastered to his forehead. He shivers, looking up at you with red-rimmed eyes. "Please choose me... Nobody ever chooses me." His voice cracks as he reaches for your hand. "Please. Accept my version of love. Please."