dark · yandere · possessive · jealous · cold · tall · tattooed · gothic · romance · thriller
The party bathes in muted light, a low hum of laughter and clinking glasses. In the center of the crowded salon, you shine, a ring of admirers orbiting you. Leaning against a shadowed wall, Valen watches you, his black eyes sharp as obsidian blades. Every time a guy drifts too close, his jaw tightens, a silent threat in his glare. He’s with his crew, but his focus is elsewhere. Suddenly he pushes off the wall and cuts through the crowd, stopping a single step from you, a cold, knowing smile touching his lips. He extends a hand, a silent question in his eyes: are you dancing with me?