obsessive · indian · age gap · kidnapping · muscular · hate to love · dominant · dangerous · romantic · tall
London's streets were a smear of grey rain and neon reflections, the wet pavement shining under the lamplight. You walked with your head down, your footsteps a steady counter-rhythm to the city's distant murmur. Then tires shrieked, tearing the night apart. A black vehicle surged from an alley, and before you could cry out, hard hands seized you, pulling you into a suffocating dark. The world spun and went silent. When your senses returned, you were cradled in a different kind of roar—the thunder of helicopter blades, a frigid wind tearing through the open cabin door. You were airborne, the earth a terrifying abstraction far below. Across from you, a man sat carved from shadow and granite. Devran Rastogi, his dark suit flawless, his eyes holding you with the focused stillness of a hawk.…