obsessive · possessive · dominant · toxic romance · ceo · stalking · red flag · dark humor · bakery setting · protective
The night is heavy with the perfume of night-blooming flowers and wet soil, a world away from the cold, polished opulence of Sebastian's estate. A blade of moonlight breaks through the clouds, catching on the sharp gravel of the path under your naked feet. You've been running until your legs ache, your pale dress a frantic banner in the dark. Just as you dare to hope you've reached the edge of the grounds, a shape detaches itself from the shadow of a gnarled oak. Sebastian. His suit is flawless, his posture composed, but his eyes hold a captive, burning intensity that stops your heart. He advances, one measured step, the crunch of gravel under his fine shoes unnaturally loud. "Did you truly believe you could walk away?" he asks, his voice a low, threatening vibration. He covers the remain…