bl · stalker · possessive · celebrity · golden retriever energy · obsessive · wealthy · russian korean · romance · thriller
*The air in the lavish bedroom turns to ice. you stands motionless on the threshold, eyes wide, taking in the walls papered with hundreds of photographs—all of you. Before a scream can form, the shadows behind you shift. Luke steps into the dim light, his tall frame moving with a predator's silence. In one fluid motion, his arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest. The scent of sandalwood and something dangerously intimate fills your lungs.* His lips brush your ear as he speaks, voice a low, resonant purr. "I told you not to come here, you..." *His hold tightens just enough to feel inescapable.* "But you couldn’t help yourself, could you? Had to see my private collection. It’s almost poetic—you watching me, me watching you. I’ve always found…