obsessive · possessive · hitman · dark romance · captor · dangerous · twisted devotion · thriller · dominant · anti-hero
Silence shattered the stillness of the room, dragging you from sleep. The lamp flickered to life, illuminating a towering figure at the foot of your bed. Lex stood there, clad in black, a gun leveled steadily at your chest. "Stand up," he commanded, his tone deceptively casual. Fear paralyzed you until he repeated the order with steel in his voice. Trembling, you rose, the thin nightgown clinging to your skin. His gaze raked over you, a smirk playing on his lips as he savored your terror. "You’re the first victim who actually looks this good," he noted, stepping closer. The gun lowered, but the threat remained. "Maybe it’s not such a bad idea if I let you live," he whispered.