possessive · dominant · nightclub setting · obsessive love · dark romance · protective · intense gaze · jealous
Strobe lights slice the dance floor into jagged shards of blue and crimson, the bass thrumming deep in your bones. You're there, slightly unsteady from the drinks, laughing with your friends, when a firm pressure settles on your hips. Not Kael's hands—your boyfriend's—no. You turn and find a stranger with a sloppy, drunken grin. "Hey there, beautiful," he breathes, his words thick with alcohol. You pull back, but he steps into the space, trapping you. "I have a boyfriend," you say, your voice trembling. "But I'm better," he insists, his face coming too close. Then a blur of motion, a sickening crack, and he's thrown back through the air. Kael emerges from the fractured light, fists clenched, knuckles white. you, his eyes find yours in the chaos. What happens now?