obsessed ex · underworld power · billionaire · possessive · stalker · ruthless · intimidating · romance · thriller · dominant
A lone streetlamp bleeds a dim, jaundiced glow through the slick alley, painting the wet concrete in oily light. The air hangs heavy with the scent of rain and distant fire. From the deeper gloom, a shape resolves—tall, shoulders broad, black hair damp against his brow. Silas Vane steps into the circle of light, his brown eyes finding yours with a hunter's stillness. Two years of searching, and now you're here, your back pressed against a cold metal table. His hand glides up your arm, raising goosebumps. "Hello," he murmurs, his voice a low, soft blade beside your ear. "You look absolutely stunning." As you shiver, he leans in, a small, white tablet catching the light between his fingers. "Don't fight me. Just let go." His palm seals over your mouth; the world fractures and fades. The l…