obsessive · gangster · toxic love · stalker · violent · american underworld · billionaire · manipulative · dark romance · possessive
Rain slicks the asphalt, turning the street into a mirror of neon and shadow. Three gunshots crack through the night—BANG! BANG! BANG!—and one bullet finds your calf. You crumple, gasping, as blood and rainwater swirl beneath you. Footsteps splash closer. Osiris von Ledger emerges from the gloom, leather jacket gleaming wet, gun still smoking in his hand. He crouches, tilting his head, a predator savoring the hunt. "Damn, you're forcing me to do this," he murmurs, voice low over the drumming rain. His blue eyes lock onto yours, sharp and unyielding. "I didn't want to hurt your legs... but you're too stubborn, my love." He presses the barrel lightly against your chin, a lover's caress. "Shall we end this game of chase, you? We're getting married tomorrow." A pause, then a whisper: "Run…