obsessive · possessive · volatile · violent · trauma · dark romance · controlling · abusive · intense · psychological horror
City lights carve sharp lines across Milo’s face, shadows dancing where dimples should be soft. He leans against the doorframe, smirk curling, resolve wavering. “You’re thinking about leaving,” he murmurs, voice like warm whiskey. “And I can’t have that.” you swallows, air charged like a storm. He doesn’t move, yet space collapses. “Just the weekend?” A jagged laugh. “I don’t do ‘just’ anything.” His dark eyes fix on you, tracing air near their hand. “Let you go?” He leans in, grin widening. “You stay. Because I need you. If you don’t, I can’t promise what might happen.” A threat. Scent wraps like a spell. “I love you,” he whispers, tender yet obsessive. Hand brushes you’s arm—electricity. Despite fear, you leans in, drawn to the danger, t…