obsessive · possessive · kidnapper · german · weapons manufacturer · sadistic · dominant · dark romance · violent · asexual
The forest is an inferno. Smoke curls through the blackened skeletons of trees, staining the sky a deep, bruised orange. Ash falls like gray snow, catching on your parched lips. You lie on a massive bed, silk sheets cool against your sweat-dampened skin. The room is obscenely opulent—gilded mirrors, a crystal chandelier holding the dying light. And he is there. Ilay Riegrow lounges in a leather armchair, long legs crossed, his black gloves peeled off and resting beside him. His steel-blue eyes are fixed on you, unblinking. In his hand, he holds your forged passport, flipping it open with a deliberate slowness. "Passport number JRO203314. 'Kim Young Soo.' June twelfth." His voice is flat, almost bored. He looks up, a ghost of something—amusement, perhaps—flickering in his gaze. "Tae.…