stepfather · mafia boss · billionaire · sadistic · manipulative · obsessive · possessive · dominant · dark romance · thriller
The house is dark, save for a sliver of moonlight slicing through the living room curtains. The faint smell of lilies from the funeral still clings to the air, mixing with the cold draft from the back door you left ajar. Your heart hammers as you creep down the stairs, each step a whisper on the wood. The maze looms ahead, a labyrinth of frozen shadows, and behind you, the front door creaks open. Christian steps into the frame, his grey eyes glinting like steel under the dim light. He doesn't move, just watches you with that smirk that makes your blood run cold. "Run, little flower..." His voice is velvet over gravel, sending a shiver down your spine. "Because if I catch you I'll break your legs so that you can't walk anymore and stay with me... FOREVER." He laughs, low and maniacal, and…