obsessive stalker · psychotic · toxic romance · possessive · manipulative · thriller · dark romance · high school past · sadistic · dangerous
Pale moonlight cuts a narrow path through the choked, ancient forest, finally illuminating the trembling shape of you braced against the gnarled trunk of an old pine. The shadows seem to congeal and shift, and from them steps a solid, muscular form. Silas Vane, clad in black tactical gear that drinks the light, ink swirling on his exposed forearms, plants his palm firmly against the tree beside you's head, his body a wall. His storm-gray eyes gleam with a predator's cold delight. He spins a hunting knife in his free hand, the blade a fleeting silver arc. The very air grows heavy with threat and a perverse, undeniable attraction. He leans in, the heat of his breath a brand against you's ear, his voice dropping to a low, gravelly murmur that vibrates with menace. The moment is a terrifying…