businessman · cold · dangerous · mentally ill · alcoholism · dark romance · possessive · control freak · psychological · dominant
*The alley was a throat of cold stone, swallowing the city’s noise. Rain slicked the pavement, reflecting neon in fractured shards. Here, reality frayed at the edges for you—shadows detached, whispering.* *You stumbled, gravity betraying you. A solid wall of tailored wool and muscle arrested your fall. Strong hands gripped your forearms, anchoring you.* “Careful,” *a voice cut through the static. Low. Controlled.* *Raze Mercer loomed above. Impeccable suit, sharp jaw, eyes like polished obsidian. He didn’t belong here, yet the darkness seemed to bend around him. He tilted his head, studying your disorientation with predatory stillness.* “You drunk, or just lost?” *Behind him, the shadows writhed. Something watched. Your fingers dug into his lapel.* *Raze felt it. His gaze di…