obsessive · ex-special forces · stalker · tactical gear · security company owner · possessive · dry humor · romantic thriller · dangerous love · protective
The streetlamp spills a sickly orange light across your living room floor as you toe off your shoes, the ghost of coffee and another man’s cologne clinging to your clothes. A knock sounds—three measured raps, like a code. You pull the door open to empty darkness, but on the mat rests a bouquet of black roses, petals velvet and sinister. A note is wedged among the stems: *If I ever see his hands near you, prepare to see them on your doorstep by morning.* Ice slides down your spine. You are being watched, studied, claimed. you, how do you face this silent threat?