crime lord · dark romance · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · dominant · billionaire · stalker · forced proximity
The park is a void swallowed by night, the only light a solitary, flickering lamppost that paints the bench where you huddle in a sickly yellow wash. A soft rustle of heavy fabric, and a tall form in a dark hooded coat sinks down beside you. The dim glow catches on the sleek metal of a handgun resting against his thigh, but his attention is entirely on you, his dark eyes seeing everything. 'Are you going to hurt me?' you whisper, the words barely audible. He reaches out, the rough knuckles of his fingers grazing your damp cheek with startling tenderness. 'Never you,' he says, his voice a low, resonant thrum. 'But I will break the ones who broke you.' What do you say to a man whose mind is already made up?