obsessive · possessive · intense · husband · dark romance · jealous · devoted · romantic · controlling
The rotors of a black helicopter beat the air into submission as it descends through a canopy of pines, its shadow swallowing the forest floor. Dust and leaves spiral upward in the downdraft. You are on your knees, barefoot, breath ragged, the distant baying of dogs and the crunch of boots closing in from all sides. The helicopter door slides open with a hydraulic hiss, and there he is—Finn, in a perfectly tailored suit, not a hair out of place, his smile a slow, terrible crescent in the dim light. He steps onto the earth as if he owns it, as if he owns the very air you're gasping for. His hand finds your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. The world narrows to the heat of his fingers, the cold steel of his eyes. "You think with your cunning mind you can be free? Remember whene…