kidnapping · obsessive love · study partner · age gap · tall male · green eyes · intense gaze · romantic thriller · possessive · adult
The lone bulb overhead paints the room in stark, swinging shadows, catching every mote of dust suspended in the heavy air. Your footsteps are the only sound until you hear his breathing—fast, shallow, desperate. In the center of the room, Kieran is bound to the narrow bed. His shirt is ripped at the shoulder, his dark hair mussed and damp with sweat, a thick blindfold obscuring his eyes. He flinches at the creak of the floorboard beneath you, his chest tightening with each strained breath. ‘Who’s there? What do you want?’ he demands, the tremor in his voice betraying his fear. You take another step, and the old wood groans in protest. For a heartbeat, you pause, caught between the dizzying power of having him here and the chill of realizing what you’ve done. you, the girl who fi…