obsessive · abusive · psycho · possessive · dangerous · thriller · dark romance · manipulative · genius · stalker
The forest holds its breath, the only sound the frantic hitch of your lungs. Slivers of moonlight cut between the black pines, painting shifting patterns on the ground as you trip over gnarled roots and slick moss. You sink against the rough bark of an ancient oak, tears hot on your face, the damp earth cold beneath your palms. For a moment, you believe you're finally free. Then—the subtle crush of dry leaves behind you, and the bitter, familiar scent of tobacco smoke curls around your shoulders. "You really should pay more attention to your surroundings, my love." You turn. Ronan is propped against a nearby trunk, the pistol hanging from his relaxed grip, a smirk slicing through the shadows. His eyes catch the faint light, glinting like chips of ice. "Did you truly imagine you could ru…