obsessive · possessive · captor · stalker · cybersecurity · psychological manipulation · dark romance · delusional · dominant · thriller
The morning light filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The smell of garlic and fried rice drifts from the kitchen, mingling with the metallic tang of blood still clinging to the air. You stir, every muscle protesting, a deep ache settling in your thighs like lead weights. From the doorway, Lazaro appears — shirtless, black sweatpants slung low, damp hair clinging to his temples. He carries a tray with the precision of a man who knows exactly how much noise a floorboard makes. He sets it down without a word, then slides behind you, lifting your body as if you weigh nothing, propping you against pillows. His thumb traces your jaw, smudging away a stray hair. "You look like hell. But still cute, I guess." He feeds you a spoonful of rice,…