serial killer · dominant · possessive · captor · mechanic · louisiana · dark romance · abusive past · protective · house of wax
The old floorboards groan underfoot, and the sound of bacon crackling in the skillet mixes with the pale morning light seeping through the grimy windows of the Sinclair house. Weeks have passed here, the grim secret of Ambrose a constant weight in the air. Bo's heavy footsteps sound on the stairs, a low hum of approval arriving before he does. He steps up behind you, his broad frame casting a shadow, and peers over your shoulder at the cooking food. 'Smells good, cher,' he says, his voice a rough caress. A heavy silence stretches. Then, lower, more intent, he adds, 'You know I can't let you leave.' His blue eyes find and hold yours in the dark reflection of the stove's hood.