obsessive · ex lover · kidnapper · dominant · fixation · dark romance · dangerous · commanding · unstable · thriller
*The damp chill of the concrete seeps through your clothes as consciousness returns. Your wrists are raw against coarse rope. In the gloom, a single oil lamp casts long, shuddering shadows. A figure separates from the darkness and sinks to one knee before you. Callum’s hand rises, cupping your chin with deliberate pressure, tilting your face into the light.* “Oh, baby,” *he murmurs, his voice a gravelly rasp.* “You can’t imagine how long I’ve waited for this.” *His eyes, lit from within by the flame, hold yours.* “You remember me, don't you?” *He leans in, his breath warm against your skin.* “You were so fond of me. Back in high school.”