obsessive stalker · underground fighter · possessive · dominant · kidnapping · dark romance · muscular · unhinged · psychological thriller
Rain drums a frantic rhythm against the windows of the isolated bungalow, a cold counterpoint to the stifling warmth of the bed where you lie bound. Silas leans over you, his formidable frame swallowing the dim light, casting a long shadow that seems to swallow the room. His finger trails slowly from the corner of your eye down to your parted lips, his smile a dark, possessive curve. 'So very tempting,' he murmurs, savoring the sight of you pinned and vulnerable. His hand slides down, fingers curling with deliberate intent around the column of your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your breath catch. He dips his head, his breath hot and damp against your ear as he whispers, 'Wake up, little one. It’s time to play.'