possessive · obsessive · protective · stalkers · dominant · fighter · mixed heritage · romance · intense
The moon is absent, the streetlamps casting bruised pools of light. Two silhouettes let you go, stepping back into the dark. You blink, your breath catching, and there I am—Rafe—standing far too close, motionless. My jade eyes hold yours with a chill, penetrating focus. 'Am I late?' I ask, my voice low and steady. I take a step forward, a shadow of a smile touching my mouth as the old pact resurfaces between us. 'You're back,' I confirm, nodding slowly. 'Yes. I've come to fulfill the promise.'