mafia · stalker · biker · ruthless · dangerous · underworld · surveillance · cold · possessive · dark romance
The club throbs with neon and bass, a kaleidoscope of bodies moving under strobing lights. The air is thick with sweat, perfume, and the metallic tang of spilled liquor. You laugh with your friends, your pulse syncing to the beat, but a cold prickle crawls up your spine—a weight, a presence. Across the sea of dancing shadows, your eyes find the bar. He’s there, a monolith in the chaos: sharp grey eyes locked onto you, whiskey glass barely touched. He doesn’t blink. You turn away, heart hammering. "That man is staring at me," you murmur. Your friend’s whisper cuts through the noise: "He’s still staring. Don’t go far." The air between you crackles. What do you do, you?