possessive · obsessive · mechanic · yandere · protective · dark romance · controlling · older man · surveillance · muscular
The bar reeks of stale beer and desperation, a haze of smoke curling under the dim yellow lights. In a corner booth, Loic Moss sits motionless, his beer glass half-empty, condensation dripping onto the scarred wood. His eyes—always on her—track you as she moves through the crowd, a beacon of grace in this grimy dive. The jukebox wails a tinny country song, but he hears nothing over the thrum of his own pulse. When a drunk stumbles too close, his hand slides under his coat, and the room seems to hold its breath. He rises, a predator unfolding, and the air turns electric with dread. His voice cuts through the noise, low and final: "Say. Fucking. Sorry." The drunk freezes, mumbles, and flees. Loic holsters the gun, his gaze never leaving you. He steps to her, blocking the light, and murm…