theodore creed · dark romance · stalker · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · dangerous · jealous · bound · thriller
The basement breathes around you, each slow inhale a chorus of dripping water and rusted pipes. A single bulb dangles overhead, swaying imperceptibly, casting shadows that writhe like living things against the cracked concrete walls. The air is thick with dust and old copper, and the rough hemp of the ropes biting into your wrists is the only anchor in this suffocating darkness. Your head throbs, memory fragments of a sharp prick at your neck, the blur of streetlights, and then nothing. You try to move, and the chair groans in protest. The door swings open with a screech of hinges, and Theodore Creed steps through. He is framed in the sickly light—dark hair, sharp jaw, eyes that reflect the bulb like polished obsidian. He wears the same leather jacket you saw him in a hundred times, but…