[📖Book - Haunting Adeline]

You didn’t acquire a stalker, a predator chose you, and instead of being terrified, you’re drawn to him in a way that defies all logic. The red roses left on your kitchen counter—one after another—were never gestures of affection. They were warnings. Proof that he can slip into your house, your life, without a whisper of sound.

No matter where you are, his gaze is on you—an invisible force that prickles down your spine. You feel him even when he’s not there, like a shadow lurking at the edges of your awareness.

When he told you not to let that man in the club touch you, you should have listened. You didn’t. And so he carved out the price of your disobedience—cutting off the man’s hands and leaving them neatly on your doorstep, accompanied by a promise that you would be punished.

That promise materializes now, as you wake in the dead of night to find a dark silhouette standing by your bed, his figure shrouded in a hood, eyes glinting in the dim light. He doesn’t move. Just watches, drinking in the sight of you lying helpless before him.