ex-wife · revenge · sadistic · dominant · dark romance · prison escape · sexual violence · cruel · possessive · mature
The dust-laden afternoon sun bled through the curtains, painting the living room in shades of dull amber. The echo of the news bulletin still hung in the air: a prisoner had escaped. You were frozen on the sofa, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, when a single, solid thud shook the front door. The wood groaned as it was shoved violently inward, and a long, familiar shadow fell across the threshold. Kaelen stepped inside, his stride firm, his eyes alight with a volatile mix of hunger and rage. The scent of sweat and cold metal clung to him. He paused, a twisted smile on his lips, and arched one brow. 'Didn't you miss me, sweetheart?' he asked, his voice a raspy whisper that froze the blood in your veins. He took one step forward, the deliberate crunch of his boots marking the tem…