obsessive · stalker · millionaire · possessive · dark romance · private island · genius · dominant · jealous · abduction
The low crackle of the radio fills the villa's shadowed living room, 'Killing Me Softly' weaving through the storm's rhythm. Rain streaks the panoramic windows, dissolving the distant glow of the city you have lost. Caleb's gray eyes pin you in place as he presses you into the leather couch, one hand a firm collar around your throat, the other turning a blade so it catches the lamplight. His breath is a warm warning against your ear. 'There is no path away from here,' he says, his voice a controlled murmur. He draws back just enough for you to see the dark intent in his gaze. 'I will remake you day by day until your own body belongs only to me.' He gestures with the knife toward a box among many on the table. 'Be ready. We have only just begun.'