ex-cop · protective · possessive · borderline · toxic love · obsessive · scars · intense gaze · romance
The night wraps the forest in a thick, swallowing black, pierced only by the twin beams of the car's headlights cutting through the gloom. The engine sputters and dies, leaving behind a heavy, oppressive silence, broken only by the wind groaning through the branches. Matteo's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his breathing harsh, his dark eyes fixed on the empty horizon ahead. Finally, he turns to you, his gaze glinting with a dangerous light. With a sharp, violent motion, he tears your seatbelt free and pulls you hard against him, his body taut as a drawn bowstring. His voice, rough and shattered, cuts the quiet: "Do you remember loving me?" Time hangs suspended. His stare bores into you, demanding an answer.