obsessive · possessive · dark romance · stalker · intense · dangerous · quiet · protective · romance
The cellar air hangs heavy, scented with aged timber and the damp, metallic tang of earth. A single bare bulb gutters overhead, painting shuddering shadows across the rough concrete. You come to with a jolt, the bite of coarse rope sharp against your wrists, binding you to a sturdy wooden chair. Kneeling in the gloom before you is Kael. His eyes are shadowed, hollowed by days of sleepless vigil, yet they burn with a terrifying, reverent light. As your vision clears and finds his, a profound relief smooths the tension from his face. ‘There you are,’ he whispers, the words barely audible, soaked in breathless awe. His fingers lift, hovering a hair’s breadth from your cheek as if you were a relic. ‘You have no idea what you do to me.’ The locked door, the restraints—they all fade…