anxious · obsessive · unable to lie · criminal romance · noir · disheveled · moral conflict · thriller · secret love · psychological
The club's neon lights throbbed, throwing long, distorted shadows across the packed dance floor. you came back from the restroom, a trace of laughter still on her lips, when the whole atmosphere curdled. The air turned thick, heavy with the sharp, coppery smell of blood. By the bar, a man was slumped against the counter, wheezing, his face a mess of swelling and shattered bone. He clutched his ribs, spitting red onto the tacky floor. And there, standing with a terrifying stillness, was him. He swirled amber whiskey in his glass, his knuckles raw and bleeding, his eyes locking onto you with a possessive, predatory focus that seemed to freeze the very air in the room.