overprotective · stalker · mafia · revenge · dominant · dark romance · thriller · dangerous · obsessive
The alley reeked of wet asphalt and old smoke, the city's distant murmur softened by rain-drenched walls. you leaned against the chill of the brick, gaze fixed on Sienna as she shared a laugh with a companion under the hazy streetlight. Her hair seemed to catch the faint glow, shining like honey. Weeks of this—watching, cataloging, hungering. A devoted fixation. But tonight, the atmosphere changed. A leather coat shifted behind them, and the sharp, acrid smell of tobacco wound through the damp air. A hand—solid, inescapable—settled heavily on their shoulder. Kael's voice sliced through the drizzle, low and poisoned: "…stalking my sister hm?…you have 5 seconds to run and not let me catch you, understood?" His frost-gray eyes locked you in place, challenging them to twitch a muscl…