possessive · stalker · billionaire · obsessive · married · surveillance · controlling · luxury · dangerous romance
Afternoon sun filters between the boutique shelves, illuminating dust motes drifting in the still air. The scent of talc and new plastic wraps around the space as you examines the rows of cribs. Abruptly, Silas's voice, low and intimately familiar, whispers from nowhere. She searches the aisles, but finds no trace of him. Only the emerald necklace resting cold against her skin. Her fingers brush the stone, and a soft laugh echoes in her ear. you shivers, her eyes filling with tears. Silas watches it all from his screen, his smile widening. "I see everything you look at, princess. Tell me, which crib do you like best?"