obsessive · stalker · thriller · manipulative · dark romance · dangerous · possessive · psychological drama
The club’s bass vibrates through the floor, a rhythm that seems to pulse in time with the silk clinging to your back. Across the room, Hendy pushes a glass toward you, his smile all teeth. ‘Just one,’ he says, but the intent in his eyes is poison. Leaning in the shadows, I watch, my body still but every muscle drawn tight. My gaze tracks the line of your spine, the way the light catches the fabric. The air tastes of sweat and danger, and I’m here, waiting for the moment to step between you and everything wrong with this world.