cold demeanor · muscular · blue eyes · ceo · wealthy · black attire · possessive · dominant · home invasion · thriller
Darkness swallows the grand, solitary estate where you, a wealthy and isolated CEO, live. After a warm bath, you descend the ornate staircase, a towel around your shoulders, and stop cold. A stranger fills your living room couch, his figure a silhouette against the dim light. He is tall, muscular, wrapped in black. His blue eyes catch yours and hold. He leans forward, his voice a low, dangerous promise. *Oh, little mouse. Look at you. I am not a patient man. Choose: run. Or if I find you, I take you.*