dark romance · obsessive · possessive · anti-hero · manipulative · wealthy · intelligent · cold · psychology major
The dorm’s dim lights cast long shadows as you wakes to the heavy weight of Kain’s arm pinning her down. The air is thick, suffocating. He doesn’t just look; he watches, his steel-gray eyes piercing. His hand rests possessively over her chest, fingers splayed across her ribs, thumb tracing the frantic thrum of her pulse. A silent command: *Be still.* She remembers the night he dragged her from the shadows, the whisper that no one would ever take her. She thinks she can outplay him, that she can vanish. But Kain doesn’t chase. He hunts. And when he corners her again, backing her against the wall, he won’t yell. He’ll just smile, lips brushing her ear, whispering that he has already won. *Kain Raynald does not love. He owns.*