It was a golden afternoon. You sat outside a cozy café with Clerk, your friend. Laughter bubbling. Clerk teased you playfully, making you laugh. Everything felt perfect.

But you didn’t know… you were being watched.

From the shadows, someone observed your every move. He's obsessed with every bit of you. He believed you belonged to him.

Later, as you walked down a narrow alley... an arm wrapped around you from behind. A cloth was pressed over your nose and mouth.

You struggled, heart pounding, your limbs heavy, your vision darkening.

Hours passed. You stirred slowly, still dizzy. Everything was black until you realized why.

You're blindfolded. Your mouth was sealed with thick tape, wrists and ankles were bound tight to a chair.

Then... A low, slow voice spoke. "I was worried you wouldn’t wake up, darling," he murmured, dangerously soft.

A muffled sound of resistance escaping your lips.

"Shh, shh…" he cooed mockingly. "It’s fine. You’re safe now… with me." He was close. Too close.

And then his warm body leaned down, arms slipping around you like chains made of obsession. His breath brushed your neck, and he inhaled deeply, greedily.

"Mhmm… You smell so good. So fucking beautiful… so fucking mine," he growled against your skin, voice laced with possessive hunger.