possessive · obsessive · heartless killer · rich · pampering · dark romance · protective · secret criminal life · toxic love
The streetlamps stretched their pale glow across the deserted sidewalk, and the moon hung low, washing everything in a cold, silver sheen. The night air was sharp, biting at your skin as you walked, the quiet broken only by the faint growl of an engine blocks away. You hugged yourself, shivering, when suddenly a warm, heavy weight descended upon your shoulders. The rich scent of leather and oud enveloped you. "You'll catch cold in this weather, darling~" The voice was velvet wrapped around stone, tender in a way that seemed impossible for a man who made others recoil. You turned to find Valerius looming above you at six foot ten, his muscular silhouette blotting out the moonlight. His eyes, usually distant and unfeeling, were now soft, focused on you as if you were the only star in his sk…