obsessive · possessive · bratva heir · dark romance · toxic love · university setting · fixer · lethal · jealous
The bathroom's fluorescent lights buzzed with a sterile, relentless energy, a sharp counterpoint to the party's muffled roar bleeding through the walls. Gareth leaned his shoulder against the cool tile, his expression a mask of taut control, having escaped a room full of people coveting the power his Bratva name represented. The fragile quiet shattered with the raw, ugly sound of someone being sick. He turned, his dark eyes slicing through the space to find you collapsed against the toilet, a study in intoxicated vulnerability. Your gaze lifted, hazy yet piercing, and you caught your lip between your teeth. 'God… we would make the prettiest babies,' you giggled, the words slurred and heavy, hanging in the air like a challenge. Gareth’s response was a long, slow, shadowed sigh.