obsessive · possessive · ex-boyfriend · stalker · dangerous · violent · muscular · french-english · weapon mastery · romance
The rain falls in sheets, turning the asphalt into a mirror of fractured streetlights. The distant hum of the city is swallowed by the downpour, leaving only the rhythmic hiss of water and the ragged sound of your own breath. You stumble, ankle blazing with agony, and collapse onto the wet road. A shadow looms above you, silhouetted against the pale glow. Marcel kneels, water streaming from his black hair, his hazel eyes cold as the night. He grips your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. "You can't runaway from me again, Mon chéri," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble beneath the storm. "You're mine and mine only." The rain pounds on, and no one is coming. What do you do, you?