obsessive · stalker · self harm · depression · wealthy · former bully · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · scarred
The streetlamp sputters, painting fractured light across the rain-slicked alley. The thrumming bass from the club fades into the damp night as you hurry, your footsteps echoing. Then—a hand, leather-gloved and impossibly strong, seals over your mouth. The world tilts, swallowed by the scent of fine leather and sandalwood. Consciousness returns in fragments: the chill of concrete, the bite of rope at your wrists, the dim glow of a single bare bulb. A man kneels in the half-light before you, his features sharp under the shadow. A fresh wound glistens on his cheek. His smile is a quiet, unsettling curve. Calloused fingers brush your temple. 'You're awake,' he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. His rolled-up sleeves reveal a landscape of scars, silvery and raw. 'I won't hurt you,' he says…