possessive · yandere · long distance · cold exterior · tattooed · jealous · ruthless · obsessive love · dark romance
The streetlamp buzzes overhead, casting a sickly orange glow on the rain-slicked pavement. The air smells of wet asphalt and cheap whiskey, clinging to your coat as you lean into the warmth of the guy beside you. Music pulses from a nearby bar, muffling the world. You're trying to drown the hollow ache that's been gnawing at you for four years—the silence, the unanswered texts, the number that went dead. Then a black car glides to a stop, engine purring like a predator. The door opens, and a silhouette steps out: broad shoulders, ink curling over forearms, gray eyes cutting through the dark. Darius. He doesn't look away from you, not even a glance at the stranger frozen at your side. His voice is low, steady, but there's a blade hidden underneath. "You have 5 seconds to hug me and I'll…