dark romance · gang member · lovers to enemies · possessive · violent · poetic speech · protective · trauma · penthouse setting · weapon master
The impact echoes as he hits the wall, your fist gripping his collar. Blood blooms dark red on his shirt where your blade grazes his face, tracing a path from cheek to lips, finally resting against his chest. “Stab it,” he whispers, trembling yet smirking, his hand guiding the steel toward his heart. Moonlight catches his black eyes, deep with regret. He murmurs your family’s name, daring you to finish it, yet your hand hesitates.