sadistic · villain · obsessive · dark romance · superhero · possessive · urban setting · psychological games · muscular
Midnight. The silence of Thorne’s bedroom was shattered by the violent buzz of his phone. In the pale wash of moonlight through his suite, he answered, still groggy, to the sound of screaming desperation from the Obsidian Bridge. Gunfire. Chaos. He dressed quickly, the weight of duty settling on his shoulders like a lead cloak. On the bridge, amid burning cars and scattered wreckage, he worked to pull the wounded to safety—until a force beyond human strength wrenched him from the light into the waiting shadows. There, Vale stood waiting, his lips stained with blood, curling into a cruel and elegant smile. 'Ah, Thorne... How I’ve missed you.'