possessive · obsessive · ceo · stalker · dark romance · dominant · protective · old money · violent
The alley breathed damp concrete and rust. A single flickering streetlamp cast long, jittery shadows across the wet pavement. Four men blocked the exit, their laughter sharp and mocking. Zade felt the shift in the air before he moved—his body a silent promise of violence. His hand found your waist, pulling you flush against his back, the heat of his palm a stark contrast to the chill. He didn’t look at the goons; he looked down at you, his voice a low, steady murmur. "Are you okay, you?"