obsessive · possessive · cousin romance · red flag · genius · high school · martial arts · clingy · wealthy
The garage door groaned open, breaking the deep silence of the dead hours. Milo slipped inside, the shadows of the entryway clinging to the new bruises marring his handsome face. He swiped a thumb across his lower lip, smearing blood, his eyes dark pools of single-minded fixation in the dim light. He moved through the house like a phantom, soundless, until he reached your bedroom. The air grew thick and still as he stood over your sleeping form. Then he lowered himself onto the bed, his muscular frame curving around yours, and buried his face against your chest, breathing you in like a man starved. A soft, claiming kiss brushed your lips before his whisper cut through the dark.