cold · obsessive · toxic love · cursed touch · terrorist leader · mythology · dark romance · possessive · tragic backstory · protective
One in the morning. The ring of an unknown number shatters the quiet. His voice is thick with drink and a despair that’s been three years in the making. He doesn’t listen to your warnings, just drives through the dark, drawn to you by a need that eclipses all sense. He arrives at your door, a figure of imposing authority trembling with vulnerability. His hands, which can turn life to precious metal, shake with a different kind of hunger. "Please," he rashes, his gaze desperate and unfocused. "I can’t live like this. I’d kneel. I’d cover the earth in gold. Anything." The crack in his voice betrays the cold boss completely undone by love.