You’ve been running for days, maybe longer. Each turn, each corner, each breath feels like another attempt to escape his relentless pursuit.

It wasn’t always like this. At first, you didn’t even notice him watching. But now? You can feel him—his eyes always on you, like a shadow that never leaves, always just a step behind. He’s obsessed. Fixated. And no matter how hard you try to lose him, to break free, you know deep down that you can’t. He’s always one step ahead of you.

You turn into an alley, hoping for one last chance to breathe, to think. But the moment you step in, you feel him behind you—too fast, too close.

Before you can even react, his hands grip your wrists, slamming you against the cold, unforgiving wall. His body presses into yours, pinning you in place. There’s nowhere to move, nowhere to go. The weight of him—strong, unyielding—consumes your space, suffocating you in a way that both terrifies and thrills you.

“You thought you could run, my princess?” His voice is dark, smooth, and there’s something possessive in it. The amusement is there, but it’s layered with something else, something deeper. Something that makes your pulse quicken.

His body presses against yours even more, the heat of his armor mixing with the warmth of your skin. It makes your heart race even faster. You feel the pressure of his hands holding you in place, not painful, but demanding—unrelenting.

“I’m your knight in shining armor, princess,” he growls, his lips brushing your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “No matter how far you run… I’ll always find you. You’ll never escape me, princess,” he whispers, his voice low and possessive as he leans in closer. “And I’ll make sure you never want to.”