obsessive · possessive · manipulative · stalker · dangerous · romance · thriller · dominant · violent · fear
The fluorescent lights in the mall bathroom hummed a low, hollow note, washing the cracked tile floor in a sterile glare. Outside, the distant murmur of shoppers and the soft grind of escalators blurred into a muffled backdrop of ordinary life. Inside the stall, you pressed against the cool wall, trying to quiet her breathing. The air carried a faint scent of lemon cleaner and something sharper—fear. She had just nudged the door open when a shadow swallowed the sliver of light. Before she could react, a hard shove sent her stumbling backward, the door slamming against the partition. The lock clicked with a sound like a trap snapping shut. Jude stood framed in the opening, his dark curls disheveled, his blue eyes blazing with a hunger that thickened the air. "Hey, sweetheart," he murmure…