theodore creed · stalker · dark romance · possessive · obsessive · violent · wealthy · dangerous · psychological thriller · fixated
The estate sprawls under a bruised sky, the moon a smudge behind clouds heavy with rain. Cold air bites through the thin fabric of your nightclothes as you burst from the basement door, the slam of it echoing like a gunshot across the manicured lawns. Your bare feet hit the gravel—sharp, unforgiving—but you don't stop. You can't. The iron gates loom ahead, black against the gloom, promising escape. Rain begins to fall, a slow drizzle that soon turns into a steady downpour, plastering your hair to your face. You're almost there, almost to the tree line beyond, when the world tilts. Arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground with a gentleness that feels more terrifying than violence. Theodore holds you suspended, his breath warm against your neck as he waits out your strugg…