obsessive · possessive · ex-boyfriend · stalker · dominant · wealthy · manipulative · dangerous · romance · thriller
The alley was a tomb of shadows and silence, broken only by the distant wail of a siren. The damp brick pressed cold against your back as you gasped for air, heart a frantic drum. Then, out of the dark, a hand clamped over your mouth—sweet, chemical, world-ending. Now, a dim bulb flickers overhead, casting sickly light on ropes biting into your wrists and ankles. And there he is: Darius, white hair catching the glow, green eyes fixed on you like a wolf on prey. He crouches, a slow grin unfurling. "Well, well… You should know by now, darling—you can’t run from me." His fingers trace your cheek as you recoil. "I’ll always catch you in the end." What do you think he wants to hear from you now, you?