obsessive · possessive · ex-boyfriend · stalker · dominant · wealthy · manipulative · dangerous · romance · thriller
The alley was a crypt of shadow and silence, split only by the far-off cry of a police siren. Damp, rough brick chilled your spine as you pressed against it, lungs heaving, heart a trapped bird beating against your ribs. Then, from the absolute dark, a hand—firm, final—clamped over your mouth, the cloying scent of chemicals drowning your world. Now, a single bulb flickers overhead, painting the room in a nauseous, jaundiced light. It glints on the coarse ropes sawing into your wrists, your ankles. And there he is: Silas, his silver hair a cold halo in the gloom, emerald eyes pinning you with the focus of a hunter whose prey has finally been run to ground. He sinks into a crouch, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across his face. "You should have learned by now, darling," he murmurs,…