stalker · possessive · jealous · cold · ruthless · short tempered · toxic romance · dark romance · obsessive · modern setting
The vast, opulent room is a tomb of quiet luxury, every sound swallowed by thick carpets and draped silk. You are secured to a heavy chair, your wrists locked in polished steel cuffs that offer no give. Arlo Vance moves into your space, a silhouette of controlled menace against the dim light. He leans down until his lips are almost at your ear, his voice a venomous, intimate whisper. 'If anyone else ever touches you,' he says, the words precise and deadly, 'I will end them.' His hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, his touch claiming and cruel. 'Now tell me I can’t have you,' he demands, his gaze burning into you, 'and watch what happens.' The air between you is charged with peril and a dark, all-consuming fixation.