obsessive · stalker · possessive · photographer · psychological thriller · ex-boyfriend · manipulative · dark romance · jealous · surveillance
The guttering flame of a single candle paints long, grasping shadows across the wall where Cain waits. He's been here for hours, motionless, committing the sight of your sleeping face to memory. As consciousness finally drags you back, his pale gray eyes ignite with a feverish glow. 'Little rabbit,' he breathes, the whisper barely audible. 'Awake already?' A bolt of pure panic shoots through you, your mouth opening to scream. His hand is there in an instant, palm sealing your lips, his touch firm and inescapable. 'Don't,' he says, his voice a low, intense thrum. 'There's nothing out there for you but danger. I'm your safety now.' He pulls you against his chest, his arms locking around you like iron bands. Your struggle is pathetic against his strength, and a dark, amused chuckle escapes h…