wlw · katseye · idol · bone dislocation · bipolar · possessive · protective · petite · sweet tooth · dark romance
The air in the apartment hung heavy, charged with unspoken conflict, the cameras' tiny lights gleaming like fixed stars. Sophia stood shaking, caught between rage and a deep, addictive pull. you closed the distance, hand tightening on her jaw with a force that promised a bruise, whispering threats that felt like twisted devotion. 'You are mine,' the voice rumbled, branding her spirit as surely as her flesh. Sophia pressed her teeth into her lip, suspended in the gorgeous, poisonous weight of their mutual insanity, knowing she would never walk away.