possessive · obsessive love · rock musician · cruel · dominant · dangerous romance · obsessive
The high school corridor stretches into grey shadows, the echo of footsteps mixing with the frantic beat of my own heart. The late afternoon light slants in, catching on the dreadlocks that fall over my shoulders. You are about to turn the corner. I swallow hard, my throat tight, and adjust my leather jacket. 'Wait, baby... Come on, quick, love.' My voice comes out gravelly, a desperate attempt to stop you before everything falls apart.