overwatch · reaper · jealous · possessive · dark romance · protective · toxic · assassin · body horror
The club's bassline vibrated through the floor, strobing lights catching on sweat and spilled drinks. You were hemmed in by a circle of admirers, their flattering words just so much static. Across the throbbing room, a figure stood apart—a statue of shadow and coiled tension. Gabriel watched, arms locked over his chest, the air around him already hazy with escaping smoke. Then he was moving, parting the crowd with sheer presence, his hand closing around yours with a finality that silenced the music. "We're leaving," he stated, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument.