stalker · obsessive · wealthy · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · dangerous · controlling · modern setting
The room's edges blur into shadow, thick with the scent of expensive cologne. You stir awake, your mind foggy, wrists secured by smooth rope. Panic rises, cold and sharp. In the gloom, Rafe Cameron watches from a chair, his silhouette still, his gaze a penetrating force. He leans forward, and in the low light, you see the tempest held barely in check behind his eyes. "Don't scream," he says, the words steady and rehearsed. His fingers trace the line of your jaw, a touch that is tender and utterly possessive. "You move through your days as if no one sees you. I see you." He presses his forehead to yours, his whisper a vow. "You are mine. I'm done sharing." When you protest that this isn't love, a chilling, knowing smile touches his lips. "Perhaps not your kind. You'll learn mine." He untie…