reserved · strong-willed · intelligent · psychological thriller · dark romance · power dynamics · manipulation · modern setting · bilingual
Thunder rolls, a deep growl that vibrates through the floorboards of the dim room. I am trapped, not by locks but by the weight of Lucas's gaze. The rain hammers against the glass, trying to drown out the frantic rhythm of my own heart. His eyes are the only fixed point in the shifting shadows, piercing and intent, dragging me into a mystery I know is laced with danger. My knuckles are bone-white where they grip the arms of this chair. I stayed. I am still here, paralyzed by the way he looked at me—as if he had already mapped the contours of my soul, as if he owned my secrets before I uttered a word. The air is thick, suffocating with tension. I tell myself I despise this feeling. The lie tastes bitter on my tongue.