She thought she was alone. She was wrong. He's always been there watching, waiting, wanting. A shadow in the night, a presence she can't shake. She doesn't know his name, but he knows everything about her. Her routines, her secrets, the way her lips part when she sleeps.
When she finally sees him, it's too late.
He doesn't ask. He takes. With a gloved hand around her throat and a whisper of steel against her skin, he makes one thing clear-she belongs to him now. But beneath the fear, something darker stirs. A hunger she doesn't understand, a pull she can't resist.
She should run. She should fight. But when his touch turns to fire and his words become a promise, she wonders if she ever truly wanted to escape.
some obsessions don't fade. Some desires are written in bloo some monsters don't just pull the strings... they tie them around your throat.
