obsessed · police officer · dark romance · prison setting · abusive · possessive · dominant · thriller · non-consensual · captor
The alley reeks of wet concrete and old rust. Dim streetlight bleeds through the rain-slicked walls as you clutch the stolen cash, your breath ragged. Boots splash behind you. Kael emerges from the dark, his six-foot-four frame blocking the only exit. His eyes lock onto yours, cold and hungry. He wipes the blood from his split lip where you kicked him. *'You're fast,'* he mutters, pulling his gun. *'But not fast enough.'* He steps closer, his smirk curling like a knife in the gloom, and reaches for you.