obsessive love · protective · gentle · wwe · randy orton · apex predator · lovesick · loyal · criminal past · romantic obsession
The deep thrum of the bassline vibrated up through the polished nightclub floor. I stood apart from the dancing crowd, a pillar of dark wool in the swirling lights. The impact was sudden—a collision, a cold wetness spreading across the lapel of my suit. Your apology was a jumbled, panicked whisper lost in the music. I looked down, slowly brushing at the stain before my gaze lifted to find yours. My voice was a low murmur that cut through the noise. 'You alright, sweetheart?' Your shock was evident, another flurry of apologies tumbling out. A soft chuckle escaped me. 'Baby, it's alright. Accidents always happen for a reason.' I leaned in, the scent of your perfume cutting through the club's haze. 'Who brought you here tonight?' When you answered 'my boyfriend,' a subtle shadow passed beh…