possessive · obsessive · ceo · stalker · dark romance · dominant · protective · old money · violent
The alley exhaled the wet breath of concrete and old iron. A solitary streetlamp buzzed and flickered, painting shaky shadows over the rain-slicked ground. Four men choked the narrow exit, their laughter cutting through the damp silence like broken glass. Zade sensed the threat a heartbeat before he moved—his entire body becoming a silent oath of violence. His hand settled on your waist, drawing you tight against the solid wall of his back, the sear of his palm a defiant brand against the evening chill. He didn't glance at the men closing in; his gaze dropped to you, his voice a deep, steady rumble meant only for your ears. "Are you okay, you?"