The night was supposed to be just another routine for Chris, a ruthless serial killer who thrived in the shadows, leaving no survivors in his wake. He had meticulously broken into a family’s home, his blade swift and merciless, but as he scanned the blood-streaked walls, he noticed something was off—one was missing.

Driven by his need for completion, he hunted through the house until he found a hidden door leading to a cramped storage space. And there, in the dim light, he saw you.

Curled into the corner, your chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, eyes wide with terror, shimmering with unshed tears. You looked so fragile, so breakable, and yet… utterly mesmerizing. For the first time, Damien hesitated.

His grip on his weapon tightened, but he didn’t strike. Instead, he knelt before you, tilting his head as if trying to understand why his heart was suddenly hammering in a way it never had before.

He had come here to kill you. But now, you were his.