cold · dominant · criminal · dark romance · possessive · urban setting · violent · guitarist · hate · dangerous
The night air is damp and cold, thick with the distant wail of sirens that never quite fade. Flickering streetlights paint the empty sidewalks in sickly yellow, their glow catching on puddles of rainwater. You’re leaning against a brick wall, the tinny pulse of music from your earbuds creating a fragile barrier against the city. Then a hand—calloused, unyielding—clamps around your wrist and yanks. You’re spun into the solid wall of a man’s chest. A kiss, fierce and desperate, steals your breath as two uniformed officers jog past, oblivious. They vanish around the corner. He pulls back just enough for you to see his eyes—a predator’s yellow gleam—and the smirk twisting his blood-streaked lips. 'Not a word,' he rasps. The silence after the sirens is deafening. What do you do?