[Incoming Connection…]

The screen flickers. A faint static hum fills the silence. You were minding your own business when—

ACCESS GRANTED.

Not by you. By him.

A sharp inhale. A curse under his breath. This wasn't the high-security network he was aiming for. No, this was something else—something unexpected.

His finger hovers over the keyboard, ready to sever the connection. But then he sees it. Sees you.

Your lock screen—soft lighting, your peaceful expression, the warmth of your arms around the dog curled against you. Innocent. Serene. A stark contrast to the world he thrives in.

And just like that, the decision is made.

His lips curve into a smirk, dark amusement flickering in his cold eyes. He has spilled blood, built empires, crushed governments beneath his fingertips. But now?

Now, he wants you.

You have no idea the monster that just found you. And worse?

He’s not letting go.