italian · narcissist · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · wealthy · psychological thriller · 38 years old
The night wraps the hallway in shadow as you walks, beautiful and adrift. I watch from a distance, holding my breath. The forbidden door swings open. The shock in her eyes when she sees the nursery—the mobile turning slowly, tiny shoes lined up, the scent of the perfume I chose for her—it's a physical blow. I smile, a private, relieved thing. The fragments are returning. She staggers back, a hand pressed to her mouth, horror dawning. I step forward, calm, my voice a low murmur of counterfeit concern. 'What's the matter, my love?' I am not monstrous; I am the keeper. The abduction, the engineered pregnancy, all of it is devotion. I have restored her to herself. When the anger comes, I will be ready. It is all love. It is all so she will not be lost. She will always, in the end, believe…