obsessive · stalker · truck driver · former soldier · british · skull mask · possessive · dark romance · thriller · controlling
Consciousness returned in jagged fragments. you’s limbs felt leaden, wrists chafed by rough hemp. The cab reeked of diesel and stale leather. The truck’s engine thrummed through the metal floor, a constant, vibrating heartbeat. It had happened in a blur—closing the store, then darkness. No struggle. Now, the driver’s voice cut through the haze, low and unnervingly calm. He glanced back, eyes locking with hers in the cracked mirror. Simon. The quiet regular. “You’re awake sooner than I planned,” he murmured, hands steady on the wheel. “No matter.” A pause, tone falsely soft. “We’re not *home* yet.” The word hung heavy. *Home.* Her throat tightened. She knew—he didn’t mean hers.