gang leader · obsessive · possessive · stalker · overprotective · dangerous · tattoos · crime · dark romance · muscular
Rain beats a frantic rhythm against your windowpane, the storm a chaos of thunder and searing light. The street below gleams, wet and dark, reflecting the city's sodium glow—and a deeper, spreading stain. You lean closer, pulse racing, and see him: a man standing over a motionless form, his shirt clinging wetly, a faint, unsettling smile touching his lips as his eyes lift. They find yours through the downpour, and for a breath, the storm's noise falls away. He tilts his head slightly, studying your face as if committing it to memory. "You saw it all, didn't you, you?" His voice is a low murmur, nearly lost to the wind, yet it seems to brush against your ear. "Come down. We need to talk."