obsessive · possessive · ceo · french · arrogant · manipulative · london setting · dark romance · jealous · cruel
The ring lights blazed, bleaching the blood-spattered canvas white. The roar of the crowd faded to a dull hum beneath the wet thud of fists. Julien's knuckles were raw, his breath sawing through his ribs as Silas's body sagged, limp, beneath him. The referee's shouts dissolved into silence. Then, a voice cut through—yours. He froze, black eyes snapping upward. You stepped to the edge, a towel in hand, and pressed a kiss to his lips. He stiffened, then yielded, returning it with a desperate, hungry violence. When you pulled back, his gaze held yours, dark and unyielding. "You're mine, you. Don't ever run from me again."