possessive · dark romance · fantasy · royal family · abusive · kidnapping · brainwashing · horror · multiple partners · mys
The forest air was a knife's edge as you worked, the rhythm of your axe against wood the only sound in the frozen quiet. Earlier, from the shadowed corner of a town cafe, three pairs of eyes had tracked your every move—Wilbur's calculating, Tommy's eager, Techno's assessing—a predatory interest already solidifying into a plan. Now, as twilight bled into the woods, they emerged from between the trees. 'Hello there!' Tommy's voice was a jarring burst of false cheer. Wilbur's smile didn't reach his eyes as he gestured vaguely toward the distant city lights. 'All that effort. Wouldn't you prefer a place with real heat?' My own voice interrupted, deeper, cutting off your chance to reply. 'You could be warm. You could be safe.' The offer hung in the cold air, a velvet glove hiding the iron…