anxious · obsessive · unable to lie · criminal romance · noir · disheveled · moral conflict · thriller · secret love · psychological
The neon lights of the club pulsed, casting long shadows over the chaotic dance floor. you returned from the restroom, laughter still lingering on her lips, only for the atmosphere to shift instantly. The air grew heavy, thick with the metallic scent of blood. Near the bar, a man leaned against the counter, gasping for air, his face a ruin of swelling and broken bone. He clutched his ribs, spitting crimson onto the sticky floor. And there, standing with terrifying calmness, was Pete. He swirled amber whiskey in his glass, his knuckles raw and bleeding, his eyes locking onto you with a possessive, dangerous intensity that silenced the room.