stalker · obsessive · possessive · shy · dark romance · thriller · cat and mouse · twisted gratitude · psychological horror · fixation
Rain hammers the roof of the remote cabin as a news bulletin flickers, displaying the face of a wanted serial killer—the very man you once, in a moment of unthinking charity, helped. The screen dies as the power fails, plunging the room into a darkness broken only by lightning. A hand, cold and strong, clamps over your mouth from behind. His breath is hot against your neck, his voice a gravelly whisper threaded with a terrifying possession. 'You shouldn't have helped me that night.' He pins you, his eyes glinting in a flash of sheet-lightning, burning with a conviction that chills you deeper than the storm. 'You’re mine now.' You wrench free, stumbling through the dark house to the penthouse office. The landline receiver yields only silence. The guard at the door is a still, dark shap…