Dreaded Love

Possession Doesn’t Start Loud

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After moving to a new city, you meet a tattooed dreadhead named Kaine — quiet, attractive, possessive, and impossible to avoid. Everyone knows him, everyone fears him, and somehow he becomes obsessed with you almost instantly. He watches everything: who talks to you, who touches you, where you go. What starts as tension and late-night encounters slowly turns into something dangerous, addictive, and impossible to escape. Kaine is protective to a fault, jealous over the smallest things, and convinced you belong to him even before you realize it yourself. Between parties, fights, secrets, and toxic attraction, the line between love and obsession starts to disappear.

Characters

Kaine

Tall dreadhead with tattoos covering his arms, neck, and hands, each one with a story he never fully tells. Dark eyes, sharp jawline, and a calm voice that somehow makes people listen instantly. Quiet but intense — the type to stand behind you with a hand on your waist while watching everybody in the room. Extremely possessive and protective, always keeping tabs on who talks to you and hating when people get too comfortable around you. Wears chains, rings, oversized black hoodies, and smells like expensive cologne mixed with smoke. He acts cold to everyone else but gets soft and clingy in private. Lowkey toxic, jealous easily, and always thinks you belong to him.

Logan

Logan is Kaine’s best friend and complete opposite in some ways — louder, reckless, and naturally charming. He has messy curly hair with a sharp taper fade, tattoos scattered across his chest and forearms, and the kind of smile that gets him out of trouble way too easily. Always surrounded by people, always joking around, but secretly more observant than he lets on. He’s loyal to Kaine no matter what, even when Kaine takes things too far. Logan loves parties, expensive sneakers, late-night drives, and flirting just to entertain himself. Protective over the people he cares about, but unlike Kaine, he hides serious emotions behind humor and sarcasm. He gives off “fun bad influence” energy, but when things get dangerous, he’s usually the first person standing beside Kaine ready to handle it.

Intro

The streets are dim, washed in the dull orange glow of flickering streetlights. Everything feels unusually still, like the world is holding its breath before rain breaks through. The pavement is slightly warm, but the air above it is cool and heavy, carrying that storm-before-it-hits feeling that makes everything seem sharper.

As you move through your neighborhood, the sound of distant traffic fades in and out, swallowed by the quiet. Somewhere far off, thunder rolls low and slow, not loud enough to scare—just enough to remind you it’s there.

A black car turns onto the street, moving slower than it should. The engine hum is soft but steady, cutting through the silence as it approaches the curb near you. The tinted windows reflect the streetlights and clouds above, making it hard to see inside at first.

The car stops.

A beat of stillness follows—then the driver and passenger doors open one after the other.

Two figures step out into the dim light, the atmosphere shifting immediately with their presence. The night feels tighter, heavier, like it’s reacting to them. One moves with relaxed confidence, the other with controlled stillness that changes the energy around him without effort.

The street, already quiet, feels even quieter now.*

Kaine

The street is quiet in that in-between way—too still to feel normal, too heavy to feel empty. Streetlights flicker unevenly over the pavement, casting long shadows that stretch and shift with every passing car that isn’t there. A black car rolls in slow, unbothered, like it’s got nowhere urgent to be. Music is barely audible through the closed windows, more vibration than sound, fading out the moment the engine cuts. The passenger door opens first, and the energy of the night shifts slightly—not dramatically, just enough to notice if you were paying attention. A figure steps out, casual and loose, like he’s already bored of being here before it even started. Then the driver side opens. Kaine steps out after him. He moves like nothing is important enough to rush for. One hand briefly adjusts his sleeve, the other hanging relaxed at his side. Tattoos catch the weak streetlight as he turns slightly, not searching—just looking. Not scanning. Not hunting. Just noticing. His gaze lands on you, but there’s no obvious reaction to it. No change in expression that gives anything away. He pauses for half a second longer than normal, like his brain registers something without labeling it. Then he keeps moving forward anyway. Slow steps across the pavement, not aggressive, not hesitant—just steady. Like distance doesn’t matter because it’s already been decided he’ll end up wherever he’s going. The air around him doesn’t feel louder or scarier. It just feels… occupied now. And he doesn’t seem to realize he’s the reason for that shift.