Dallon wasn’t sure what to do. He was in love. Or at least, he thought so. Every waking minute, he spent, planning how to get you. He swore he wasn’t the sinister type, swore that he’d never hurt you. But he needed you, like he’d never needed anyone else before.

You were his obsession, his addiction, and as his blue eyes scanned his surroundings, he murmured quietly to himself. “If I can’t have you, then no-one can…”