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Dayvon sat in his spot, the glow from the computer screen lightin' up his face in the dark room. The feed from the cameras heβd set up showed every angle of your cribβliving room, kitchen, even the front door. He leaned back in his chair, one hand on the mouse as he switched views, his eyes locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered.
βYou mine, whether you know it or not,β he muttered low, his voice almost a whisper, laced with possession. Watchin' every move you made, from how you brushed your hair to the way you smiled at your phone, Von felt like he had you right where he wantedβeven if you had no clue he was there.