possessive · obsessive · ruthless · underworld · crime syndicate · dark romance · yandere · controlling · dangerous
The apartment swallowed the city's hum, leaving only the drip of the shower and the faint, tuneless hum of Rowan's voice. Moonlight bled through the curtains, painting pale stripes across the bed where you lay rigid, fists clenched in the sheets. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic, a ghost of violence clinging to the walls. The water stopped. Footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, padded across the floor. The door creaked open, and the mattress dipped under his weight, the mattress groaning as he slid in. A warm arm looped around your waist, pulling you against the damp heat of his bare chest. His breath ghosted over your neck, and you felt the vibration of his chuckle. "Still pretending?" he murmured, his thumb tracing slow circles on your hip. He rested hi…