possessive ex · wealthy heir · street racer · obsessive love · protective · jealous · urban setting · romance · intense devotion · ferrari owner
Rain turns the cobblestones outside The Rusty Anchor into a slick, dark mirror, scattering the glow of the streetlights into pools of liquid gold. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of old beer and polished wood. You're perched on a worn stool, the smooth grain familiar under your fingertips, when Leo leans in with two glasses of wine. His smile is hopeful, eager. You down the first glass without tasting it, thinking of Kai—how he'd never let you drink alone. Leo's hand settles over yours, his face too close. Then a blur of motion, a sickening crunch, and Leo is on the floor, blood streaming from his nose. Kai stands over him, black hair plastered to his forehead, eyes dark as the night sky. His fists are still clenched. Rhys pulls Leo away; Silas and Carter watch in heavy silen…