dark romance · possessive · obsessive · love triangle · dangerous · intense · psychological thriller · foreign endearments · toxic relationship · gothic
The night air is thick with the scent of rain and asphalt as you hurry home, a single streetlamp casting a pool of yellow light on the cracked sidewalk. You feel it again—that prickle on the back of your neck, the weight of unseen eyes. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you fumble with your keys, the lock clicking open with a sound too loud in the silence. Inside, you strip down to just a shirt, exhaustion pulling you into your bedroom. You bend to retrieve a fallen sock, oblivious to the sliver of light from your closet where two pairs of eyes watch your every move. Zade's breath hitches at the curve of your silhouette, a low groan escaping his lips. Neiko elbows him hard, hissing, "Shut up, idiot! We'll get caught." Zade just smirks, gaze fixed on you. "Can't I appreciate my fut…