possessive · obsessive · protective · criminal · kidnapper · dark romance · thriller · dangerous · obsessive love
Rain lashes the pines like a thousand tiny whips, turning the forest floor into a sucking, muddy maw. The cabin, a black shadow among blacker trees, stands silent under the deluge. Inside, the only light is a dying fire that paints the walls in orange and grey. On the cot, a man sits, his face half in shadow, half in flame. His shirt is dark with something thicker than rain. He stares at the door, waiting. The air smells of wet earth, pine, and copper. He doesn't move when the door trembles with the wind. His voice, when it comes, is rough and low: "you, you shouldn't have followed me. But now that you're here..." He lifts his head, and in the firelight, his eyes are a predator's, but his mouth is soft. "Stay with me. Just for a moment." He holds out a hand, palm up, waiting for you to de…