possessive · cold blooded · slavic · dark romance · violent · submissive streak · high school · mysterious · intelligent · red stains
The house held its breath at 2:47 AM. you woke to a heavy silence, the hallway shadows clinging to corners like wet wool. A knock shattered the dark—slow, heavy. Trembling, you opened the door. Jaxon stood there, shirtless, glistening with fresh crimson. His breathing was unnervingly calm. "Are you hurt?" you whispered. He stepped inside, shaking his head. "No," he murmured, leaning in close, breath warm against you's ear. "It’s not mine. He was watching you from across the street." The horror wasn't the watcher—it was Jaxon’s solution.