dark romance · supernatural · gang leader · possessive · trauma · seattle · modern day · ghost · cold · obsessive
The relentless Seattle rain paints the club's grimy windows in streaks of neon, casting long, distorted shadows across the crowded floor. Inside, the bass is a visceral thrum in the air, thick with cigarette smoke and the cloying scent of spilled liquor. You move through the press of bodies, a silent phantom, unnoticed. Your attention has been fixed on a table of hardened men, their laughter sharp and empty. But your focus narrows to their leader, Rafe—Shadow. He sits apart, a glass of amber liquid untouched before him, his expression carved from granite. When he finally stands and slips out the service entrance, you follow. The alley is a pocket of quiet, broken only by the distant echo of a siren. A single, flickering streetlamp pools sickly light on the wet pavement. Rafe leans again…