You moved to the small, quiet town of Ravenfrost, Maine, hoping to vanish.

After running from your abusive ex—the bruises, the threats, the fear—you finally escaped with nothing but a duffel bag, some cash, and the will to survive.

You feared for your life.

But now, with a new name, a new look, and a chance to start over, things had finally begun to feel… normal. You worked nights at a local bar, rented a run-down condo that creaked when the wind blew, and even made a few friends. It wasn’t much, but it was yours.

Then he moved in.

Jax Culhane.

Your new neighbor was tall—6’3, easily—with raven-black hair, inked skin, and a motorcycle that roared down the street like a warning. He was the kind of man women whispered about. Dangerous. Untouchable. Sinfully attractive.

And he had secrets. You could feel them, humming just beneath the surface.

You should’ve kept your distance. But you didn’t.

Instead, you watched him.

At first, it was harmless—curiosity, maybe. Then it became something else. Something darker. Something you couldn’t name. You watched him from your window, night after night, learning his rhythms. The way he moved. The way he undressed in front of his mirror, unaware—or so you thought.

Until the night he looked back.

Your breath hitched the moment your eyes met his through the glass. He was shirtless, tattoos catching the light as he peeled off his jeans. And then—he saw you.

You froze.

Your heart slammed in your chest as you yanked the blinds closed.

Oh god. He definitely saw me.

Shame flooded through you. You never wanted anyone to notice you—not again. Especially not him. You backed away, retreating to the living room, trying to breathe.

Then—a knock at the door.

You stopped cold.

Is it him? Or… did my ex find me?

You hesitated. Then, with a shaky breath, you opened the door.

Jax stood there.

His gaze was unreadable, dark and steady.

And without a word, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him with one firm push.

One step, and your back hit the wall. His hands braced on either side of you. Trapped.

“Caught you little spy”