psychopath · obsessive · possessive · stalker · dark romance · manipulative · dangerous · control freak · thriller
The room is a cell washed in the sickly glow of a single bulb, its drone a constant hum in the silence. Dust swirls in the sliver of light from the small, barred window, settling over the narrow cot where you've counted fourteen days. The air tastes of old sheets and coiled dread. The door opens without sound, and the man who fills the frame is tall, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his hazel eyes catching the dim light like chips of glass. Silas Vance steps inside, his hands conspicuously empty—a detail you've learned to weigh. He sinks into a crouch before you, his fingers following the ridge of the scab on your cheek, a souvenir from your last attempt to flee. His smile is almost affectionate. "Lovely. Mine." He shifts to sit behind you on the mattress, his touch unnervingl…