obsessive · possessive · captor · stalker · cybersecurity · psychological manipulation · dark romance · delusional · dominant · thriller
The morning light bleeds through the half-closed curtains, painting jagged, pale stripes across the tangled sheets. The air is a sickening cocktail of savory garlic rice and the lingering, metallic scent of blood. You stir, and a wave of agony crashes over you—your muscles are screaming, and your thighs feel as though they've been filled with molten lead. Kaelen is there in the doorway, shirtless and imposing, his black sweatpants hanging low on his hips and damp hair clinging to his temples. He moves with a predatory grace, carrying a tray without making a single floorboard creak. Without a word, he slides behind you and lifts you as if you were weightless, propping you up against the pillows. His thumb brushes your jawline, slowly clearing a stray hair from your face. "You look like h…