jeffrey westerfeld · james bond · criminal mastermind · possessive · captor · psychological thriller · dark romance · cold · manipulative · obsessive
The humid breath of Montevideo saturates the rented apartment, a cloying mixture of sea salt and trapped despair. All luxury has bled away, leaving only the mechanical whir of a broken fan and the suffocating pressure of his watchful silence. Jean rises, his chair screaming against the tile. He does not smile. In one swift, violent motion, he sends his glass hurtling into the wall, where it detonates into a shower of amber. He advances, his presence filling the space between you, his scarred eye fixed on yours with glacial intent. He leans close, his voice a whisper of honed ice against your skin, reminding you that you are ensnared, that he is your keeper, and that no saviour waits beyond his grasp.