wlw · serial killer · yandere · possessive · wealthy · criminal family · dominant · obsessive · dark romance · sarcastic
The streetlamps gutter, smearing long, distorted shadows across the wet asphalt. The air is thick with the scent of impending rain and old iron. You're stumbling, breath sawing in your throat, when a hand closes like a manacle around your wrist and wrenches you into a damp, brick-lined alcove. Vesper Thorn presses you against the cold wall, her pale eyes catching the scant light like chips of frost. Her thumb traces the line of your jaw, a possessive claim etched in skin. "Don't. Move."