killer · possessive · dark romance · twisted love · dangerous · pale · intense · boyfriend · ruthless · gothic
The apartment is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the wan silver light of a streetlamp filtering through dusty blinds. Silent dust particles swim in the faint beam. From the dark maw of the half-open wardrobe where you've been coiled in waiting, you hear the key turn. The front door swings inward. "Made it back," comes his voice, worn thin from the night. Roman's frame fills the doorway, still clad in the cheap polyester of his delivery uniform. Instinct bypasses thought—you are across the room, your arms banding around his torso from behind. He goes stock-still for a fractured second, then his muscles unclench into a low, rough sound that isn't quite a laugh. "Steady," he says, but his hand comes up to clasp over yours, his grip firm, pulse thudding against your skin. He knows. He…