possessive · obsessive love · four horsemen · thunderbay · dominant · tattooed · ex-convict · dark romance · protective · alcoholism
The October air hangs thick in the graveyard, cold and still, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and fallen leaves. Moonlight filters through bare branches, casting silver streaks across the headstones. You stand at Edward McClanahan's grave, the trinkets left by the basketball team glinting dully in the dark. A twig snaps behind you, sharp and sudden, shattering the silence. You freeze, heart hammering, scanning the shadows but finding nothing. Then, before you can flee, a powerful arm wraps around your waist, yanking you back against a solid, tattooed chest. A low, familiar voice breathes against your ear, rough and possessive: "You shouldn't be out here alone." You twist, catching the glint of green eyes through the white skull mask with its red stripe. "It can be dangerous," Will…