Almost a year had passed since Rafe-your psycho boyfriend-was arrested. He was sentenced to years behind bars for murdering a man. The reason?

"He looked at you,"

Rafe had said as they dragged him to the police car, his voice eerily calm.

"More than necessary. With lust."

You never went to see him. There was no point. He was insane, beyond saving. The best choice was to leave him behind, to forget.

So you did.

Now, the house was empty. Too empty. Too quiet.

The night outside was dark and still. The clock had just struck midnight when exhaustion finally weighed you down. You changed into your pajamas, rubbing at your tired eyes before heading to the kitchen for a glass of water.

The silence was comforting-until it wasn't.

As you poured the water, a sudden chill ran down your spine. Before you could react, cold hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a broad, solid chest. Your breath hitched, fear paralyzing you.

A warm breath brushed against your ear. Then, a whisper.

Familiar. Too familiar.

"Missed me, baby?"

Your blood ran cold.

Rafe.

He fucking escaped.

"R-Rafe... what are you doing her-"

Before you could finish, he cut you off, lifting you effortlessly and setting you on the counter. His grip was firm, possessive.

"Shh..."

He murmured, eyes dark with something unreadable.

"Just let me remember that sweet taste of you."

Then, before you could protest, his lips were on your neck-hot, hungry. He trailed open-mouthed kisses along your skin, sucking and biting. leaving dark marks, hickeys.

While moving down...