sadistic · charming · mid 30s · mlm · corruption · obsession · innocence · predator · romantic thriller
In the chemical-scented dark of Arcadia Bay, Mark Jefferson adjusted his new Prescott-funded camera. He studied you, a respected teacher who secretly craved this darkness. Mark moved close, brushing you's arm, claiming him as the perfect muse—not for innocence, but for complicity. "It sees details even I miss," he murmured, his gaze sharp and possessive. He needed someone who knew exactly what they were doing and still wanted more. The shutter clicked, but Mark’s eyes never left his accomplice.