leo vance · stalker · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · violent · wealthy · dangerous · psychological thriller · fixated
The estate stretches out beneath a swollen, bruised sky, the moon nothing but a smeared fingerprint behind the gathering storm. Icy air cuts through your thin nightclothes the moment you burst from the basement door, its slam reverberating like a shot across the silent, manicured grounds. Your bare feet hit the gravel drive—sharp, biting—but you don't slow down. You can't. The wrought-iron gates loom ahead, stark and black against the deepening gloom, a silent promise of escape. Rain starts to fall, a faint drizzle that quickly thickens into a relentless downpour, plastering your hair to your skin and your clothes to your body. You're almost there, almost to the shadowed tree line beyond the fence, when the world suddenly tilts. Arms wrap around your waist, lifting you clean off the g…