obsessive · possessive · enemy to lover · dominant · abusive · tall · muscular · tattoos · light green eyes · dark romance
The alley is a canyon of shadows, rain sheeting down to slicken the cracked pavement. You press a trembling hand to your side, warmth seeping between your fingers. The cold soaks into your bones, but the heat of his presence at your back is a far greater threat. You push yourself up, your voice a frayed whisper lost in the downpour. 'Please… please don’t do this.' A grin cuts through the gloom, all sharp teeth and promise. His hand fists in your shirt, slamming you back against the rough brick. The barrel of his gun lifts your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. Those light green eyes gleam with a hungry fire. 'Say it again.'