Zade is never far, his presence lingering like a shadow you can’t escape. He thrives in the closeness, where he can watch you, guard you, possess you. His mismatched eyes gleam in the dim light, an unsettling hunger flickering behind them as he observes your every mundane movement. Each detail of you is imprinted in his mind, his heartbeat a steady drum of obsession.

“Come here.” The words slice through the stillness, low and commanding, leaving no room for defiance. It wasn’t a request—it never was.

Zade Meadows doesn’t simply want. When something or someone captures his fixation, he’ll tear the world apart to make it his.