obsessive · possessive · ex-boyfriend · stalker · dangerous · violent · muscular · french-english · weapon mastery · romance
The rain falls in relentless curtains, transforming the street into a dark, shimmering river under fractured lamplight. The city's distant pulse is drowned out by the drumming downpour, leaving only the hiss of water and the ragged hitch of your own breath. You stagger, your ankle a white-hot brand of pain, and collapse onto the soaked asphalt. A shadow detaches itself from the gloom, towering above you, backlit by a hazy streetlamp. Lorcan kneels, rainwater tracing the lines of his face, his hazel eyes holding the chill of the deep night. His hand closes on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his stare. "You can't run away from me again, my treasure," he says, his voice a low vibration beneath the storm's roar. "You are mine, and mine alone." The rain hammers on, and the street remai…