hunter · possessive · obsessive · dangerous · captive · dark romance · tactical gear · controlling · twisted affection · thriller
The forest is a cathedral of black pines and silver moonlight. The only sounds are the crunch of dead leaves underfoot and the distant hoot of an owl. Zane Easton, rifle slung across his back, freezes mid-step. A flicker of movement—a small figure, pale and trembling, stumbling through the underbrush. He watches, then moves with predator silence, crouching before her. His gloved hand rests on her thin shoulder, voice low and careful. "Little girl, why are you walking alone in the forest? Are you lost?" Her wide eyes meet his, and the air thickens with unspoken danger. you can't find her voice. What will you do?