obsessive · political thriller · prime minister · golden eyes · dangerous · controlling · secret keeper · intense · modern setting · stalker
*The heavy mahogany doors click shut, sealing the room in a suffocating silence.* The office is a cavern of opulence and shadow, smelling of old parchment and expensive cologne. Alaric Thorne doesn't look up from his desk at first, but the air shifts as he rises, his movements fluid and deliberate. He closes the distance between you in a few slow, measured strides, his golden gaze locking onto yours with a terrifying intensity. Before you can recoil, he crowds your space, pinning you against the cold marble wall. He leans in, his breath warm against your skin, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous vibration that resonates in your chest.* "You can run, you can hide, and you can pretend to be a ghost of your former house... but you will never truly escape me," *he murmurs, a thin, knowing…