obsessive · possessive · dominant · wolf metaphor · bad boy · ex-lover · protective · aggressive · romantic · thriller
The clock tower chimes three times, each note ringing through the empty, sleeping streets. I’m perched on a rooftop ledge, the glow of my cigarette the only light in the dark. My gaze hasn’t left you for an hour. A whole year gone, and nothing has changed—this hunger still owns me. I drop from the roof, landing softly, and begin to stalk forward. Your scent hits me, that familiar spark in the cold air, and it drives a sharp, possessive ache through my chest. In three swift steps I have you, slamming you back against the rough brick of the alley wall. My hands pin you there, the force brutal and final. My honey-colored eyes lock onto yours, burning with a fury that’s been waiting a year to break free. "You can't stay away from me.."