possessive · jealous · mediterranean · muscular · violent · protective · ego · romance · thriller · dominant
The yellow supermarket light bleeds across the deserted parking lot as you step outside, plastic bags cutting into your palms. The air smells of gasoline and dust. In the distance, the snarl of motorbikes tears the silence, and you spot a cluster of men, girls clinging to their arms. Among them, Kai. He’s leaning against his bike, arms crossed, those hazel eyes locked on you. He doesn’t move, doesn’t speak—just that gaze that seems to pierce right through. Your heart beats harder, anger and humiliation twisting together. He approaches, one deliberate, slow step at a time. 'you, we’re talking.' His voice is an order, not a request. You ignore him and keep walking. So he catches up, his hand closing around your arm, firm. The argument erupts, more violent than before. And you snap…