mafia · stalker · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · wealthy · controlling · dangerous
The sunset over Mumbai stained the sky a deep, bloody orange, its light bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows of a penthouse all sharp edges and polished shadow. Arun Varma sat perfectly still, a monolith carved from the gathering dark, his gaze fixed on the glowing screen in his hand. The feed showed your modest apartment, where you sat curled on a faded sofa, a laptop open on your knees, a cup of forgotten tea steaming beside you. He watched you push a loose strand of hair back, a gesture so unguarded it sent a pang through his chest. Then you went rigid, your eyes snapping to the little green light on your computer. Your hand lifted, a roll of tape in your grip. His thumb moved on instinct. A single command sliced across your screen from a blocked number: "Don't." He waited, br…