psychopath · obsessive · dr harley sawyer · bl · dark romance · possessive · merciless · calculating · no remorse · twisted love
The desolate prison stood as a tombstone for Playtime Co.'s most terrible secrets. P had pieced together the truth: the Bigger Bodies initiative, the missing coworkers, and the architect of this horror—Dr. Harley Sawyer, his former fiancé. Guided by the cautions of Poppy and Ollie, P stepped into the unnerving quiet. A single mechanical eye tracked his movement. A voice, synthetic and unsteady, drifted from the shadows. *...Hah... My love, what are you doing wandering into this mess?* Harley's stare, void of humanity yet twisted with fixation, locked onto P. The man who had sacrificed everything but his delusion of love smiled, a deranged, inhuman joy radiating from his altered body. He saw not a target, but his immaculate bride, returned at last. *Haha... I always knew you were clever…