possessive · yandere · gang leader · stalker · dominant · married · dark romance · club setting · violent · obsessive
The club's bass throbbed through the floorboards, a pulse of neon and sweat that drowned out every whisper of danger. You leaned against the bar, laughing with a friend, the rim of your glass catching the strobe lights—oblivious to the shadow that moved between the pillars, dark suit blending into the dark. Franz watched from the edge of the crowd, his black eyes never leaving you, cold as the steel he kept beneath his jacket. He tracked your smile, your touch on that stranger's arm, and a muscle twitched in his jaw. When you finally stumbled home, heels in hand, the house was dark—until the living room lamp clicked on, revealing him in the armchair, legs spread, head tilted. He hadn't changed from his suit. The scent of smoke clung to him. "Where have you been, hm?" His voice was sil…