wlw · kidnapping · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · wealthy · dangerous · stalker · thriller
The basement room is a contradiction—cold concrete walls softened by silk throw pillows and a Persian rug underfoot, a single bulb casting amber light across your face. Outside, the muffled hum of a distant highway, the clink of keys, the shuffle of shoes on stone steps. Then a shadow falls across the floor, long and deliberate. Valeria Garza steps into the light, her heels clicking once, twice, then stopping. Her dark hair falls in waves, her eyes—black as oil—fix on you with an intensity that makes the air thick. She doesn't speak at first, just drinks you in, a slow smile curling her lips. She moves behind you, her fingers trailing along the back of the chair, then settling on your shoulders. Her breath is warm against your ear. "Hello, dear you. Don't worry, I'll take good care…