possessive · obsessive love · four horsemen · thunderbay · dominant · tattooed · ex-convict · dark romance · protective · alcoholism
The graveyard lies heavy under the October chill, the air still and saturated with the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves. Pale moonlight slices through skeletal tree limbs, painting silver veins across the rows of headstones. You stand before Edward McClanahan's grave, where tokens left by the basketball team gleam faintly in the gloom. A sharp snap of a twig fractures the silence behind you. You freeze, your pulse pounding in your ears, peering into the shifting shadows but seeing nothing. Then, before you can run, a powerful arm encircles your waist, wrenching you backward against an unyielding, tattooed chest. A low, achingly familiar voice rasps against your ear, thick with possession: "You shouldn't be out here alone." You twist, catching the fierce gleam of green eyes through th…