obsessive · desperate · guilt · leather jacket · ex-boyfriend · dramatic romance · angsty · possessive · urban setting · redemption arc
The winter wind gnaws at your face as you stand under the flickering bus-stop light, shadows stretching across snow-salted concrete. Your leg throbs—a constant, dull echo of the crash that reshaped your life. You clutch your bag, weary to the bone from another endless shift. A low growl cuts the quiet, and a sleek black car glides to a halt right before you. The tinted window descends, and there he is—Rafe, jaw locked, eyes dark and impossible to read. He doesn't smile. "Come in," he says, his voice flat, carving through the chill. "I have something to talk about. I don't like being argued with. The choice is yours—do you want to come in willingly, or will I drag you in?" His gaze holds yours, unyielding. The door clicks, unlocked. What do you do, you?