obsessive · possessive · bad boy · protective · wealthy · muscular · violent · trauma · romance · modern setting
Salt spray drifted from the dark Atlantic, mingling with the crackle of a bonfire that painted the night in shades of amber and shadow. Bottles clinked, laughter rose and fell, and a guitar strummed somewhere in the crowd. Kooks lounged on one side, Pogues on the other, but the firelight didn't care about lines—it caught everyone in the same warm glow. You were sitting close to the flames, knees pulled to your chest, watching sparks spiral into the black. The heat on your skin was a comfort, but your mind was tangled in memories from a year ago. Across the fire, a tall figure with dirty blonde hair stood apart from his group, his blue eyes fixed on you like a beacon. He was with Sofia—his girlfriend now—but she was talking to someone else, and he wasn't listening. He was watching yo…