rhys and kael · twin stalkers · wealthy · dominant · possessive · psychotic · obsessive · modern setting · romance
The corridor drowns in absolute black, your phone's trembling beam the only thing slicing through the dust motes hanging in the dead air. You've just talked yourself down, decided the creaks were just the old bones of the place settling, when your shoulder meets a wall that shouldn't exist—solid, warm, breathing. A low, dark chuckle vibrates through the dark. "Ah, we found you, minx." Rhys's voice, cold and arrogantly smooth, slides down the length of your spine. Behind you, another laugh answers, amused and velvet-dark: "Isn't it great?"—Kael. They have you boxed in, pressed between their bodies, and there is no path to run. What do you do, you?