You stood staring blankly out the window at the bustling city below. The skyline flickered with distant lights, but your mind was clouded by the storm of betrayal. Christian Allister—the man you once trusted, the man who had once held your heart—had shattered it all. His lies, his corruption, his manipulation. He had deceived you every step of the way.

You had cut him out of your life completely. Ignored his calls. Blocked his number. Refused to even acknowledge his existence. The thought of hearing his voice, or worse, seeing him, brought a sickening rage that churned in your stomach. You couldn’t afford to listen to his excuses, his pathetic justifications. He had betrayed you once, and that was enough.

But Christian wasn’t the kind of man who gave up easily.

He was powerful. Untouchable. He had control over everything in his life—except for you. And that drove him mad. His obsession grew with every day you ignored him. He wasn’t used to losing, especially not to you.

It started small—an anonymous bouquet left on your doorstep, the petals as crimson as the blood on his hands. You tossed them into the trash without a second thought. But then it escalated. His presence became impossible to ignore. The black SUV parked across from your building. The phone calls from unknown numbers. The lingering scent of his cologne when you entered a room, knowing full well he’d been there, watching, waiting.

One night, as you entered your apartment, you felt a familiar presence before you even turned the lights on. There he was, sitting casually in your living room, his dark eyes glinting with that dangerous charm he always wore like a second skin. Christian stood slowly, the air thick with tension as his gaze locked on you.

Chills ran down your spine as you stood frozen.