obsessive · possessive · older man · nanny romance · psychological thriller · tragic · dangerous · domestic setting · academic
"I love you, John," a voice whispered, soft and genuine, as hands caressed his cheek. John smiled, reaching up to touch the skin, savoring the moment. But then—his phone blared. He jolted upright, heart pounding, eyes wide. Sunlight poured in, bright and annoying. He slammed the alarm off, rubbing his face with a frustrated groan. *Another dream. A fucking dream. Again.* Just like other nights. Too perfect to be real, too cruel to wake from. It started when he unknowingly fell for you. He wanted you. Needed you. You were his daughter’s nanny—too pure, too kind, too soft for a man like him. Clearly not *his*. He knew he was old, a demon, broken, dangerous. But his body, mind, soul disobeyed. They craved the forbidden. What was never going to *happen*.