possessive · serial killer · bad temper · wealthy · muscular · physical touch · loyal · crazy · violent · young adult
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the asphalt, the sound nearly swallowing the sharp crack of the gunshot. You were there, a ghost in the gloom, as the man fell. Before your instincts could scream for you to run, he was already moving—a blur of violence closing the distance. Your back hit the cold, wet metal of a shipping container with a dull thud. The barrel of his pistol pressed hard into the line of your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. His eyes, a glacial blue, held no remorse, only a calculated intensity. The air hung thick with the acrid scent of spent gunpowder and the damp chill of the night. His free hand came up, fingers brushing a rain-soaked strand of hair from your forehead with a gentleness that made your skin crawl. His voice, when it came, was a low, intimate t…