"I'm not yours!" I snap, my eyes narrowing into slits as I glare at him. A wicked grin curls on his lips. "Oh, but you are, little deer. How can you even begin to deny it?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against my neck as he drags his nose along my skin, inhaling deeply. "You let me touch you. Now, you. Are. Mine." I shake my head vigorously, my voice trembling as I stammer, "I... I wasn't awake. I didn't know it was you. I thought it was him!" The words spill out, more an attempt to convince myself than to sway him. His dark, sinister laugh reverberates as he presses closer, pinning me against the wall, his body a cage around mine. "Yet your eyes were fixed on his face, weren't they, little deer? Even as you came so hard around my fingers." He's right. My heart pounds as I recall the moment, my gaze locked on Justin, terrified he would wake and discover us. Luna thought she had everything she wanted—a loving relationship with her boyfriend, Justin, and a life that felt secure. But everything changed in a single, haunting night. For years, Luna had been living under the shadow of a mysterious stalker, someone who invaded her apartment, left unsettlingly sweet gifts, and even stole her clothing. She never imagined that the danger was closer than she could have ever suspected. After a night of partying, Luna drifts off to sleep between Justin and his best friend, Dante. But what she doesn't know is that Dante, the man she trusted, is the very stalker who has been obsessing over her for years. And now, with her so close, his twisted desires are becoming impossible to resist.
View MoreSerena POVMy throat goes dry, and Jace sees it. He fucking sees it. His expression softens, but there’s something burning behind his eyes, something dark.“Sit down, Firefly,” he murmurs, and for once, I don’t fight him. I drop into the nearest chair, my hands clenching into fists against my thighs.Jace crouches in front of me, his voice calm but firm. “We need to talk about what the hell has really been happening to you.”I stare at him, my breath coming too fast, my chest too tight. The room feels smaller, closing in. My fingers dig into my thighs, trying to ground myself, but it’s not working.He’s wrong, he has to be wrong.“Serena.” Jace’s voice is calm, steady, but I hear the edge of something sharper beneath it. “When was the last time you actually saw your pills before taking them?”I open my mouth to snap back, but nothing comes out, I don’t know and the realization slams into me like a fucking freight train.Dale always had them ready. He always placed them straight into m
Serena POVI wake to the slow, steady sound of breathing beside me, warmth radiating from the body next to mine. The room is dim, but I can see the shape of him—Jace, lying on his back, his arm stretched over the pillow, his chest rising and falling in that deep, even rhythm of sleep.My fingers move before I can stop them, tracing lightly over his chest. His skin is warm beneath my touch, muscles tense even in sleep. I follow the path of ink along his collarbone, down over the ridges of muscle that shift subtly beneath his skin.I don’t know why I do it. Maybe because he’s real. Because I can feel him. Because touching him grounds me, even when my mind still hums with restless energy.Shifting closer, I lean over him, my breath ghosting over his skin as I press my lips against his chest. A slow, lingering kiss.His breathing changes.I feel the shift in him before I see it, the way his body tenses slightly, the way his head turns just a fraction in my direction. He’s waking up.I don
Jace POVMy mind replays every second of this morning, trying to pick apart what doesn’t fit. Then it clicks.No.The pill Dale tried to put in her mouth, that wasn’t one of these, and she took it.“That’s not right,” I mutter, shaking my head.Rich looks up at me, raising a brow. “What?”“She was about to take them from Dale’s hand, and I saw them. One of them wasn’t a tablet, it was a capsule,” I say slowly, my pulse kicking up. “Not like these. Not a normal, solid pill. It was blue and fucking different.”Rich leans back in his chair, rubbing his jaw. “You sure?”I nod. “Positive. I snatched them before he could place them in her mouth, then I gave her them to take them herself. But Dale didn’t argue. Didn’t even fucking hesitate. If I was messing with someone’s meds, I’d at least try to cover my ass.”Rich considers this, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk. I don’t wait for him to say anything before continuing.“She also keeps losing money. Like, entire chunks of i
Jace POVI stare at her. I don’t move and neither does she.Her pulse thrums beneath my fingers, wild but steady, like she’s caught in the middle of something she doesn’t know how to process. Her breath is slow, but her eyes, her eyes are locked onto mine, like I just cracked open something inside her she didn’t even know was there.I should let go. I should. But I don’t. Because for the first time since we walked in here, she’s present. She’s not pacing, not vibrating with unchecked energy, not pushing every boundary she can find just to get a reaction.She’s just here. Her lips part like she’s about to say something, but nothing comes out. Instead, her tongue darts out, wetting her bottom lip, and I feel her throat move against my palm.I exhale sharply through my nose, forcing myself to let go. My fingers slide away from her throat, slow, deliberate, making sure she knows I’m the one in control of this moment. Not her.The second she’s free, her hands lift, her fingers brushing ove
Jace POVI don’t fucking trust Dale. Not one bit. The whole setup is wrong. It doesn’t add up. I dug into him, expecting to find something—anything—but he’s clean. Too clean. Not a single complaint filed, no reports that were submitted and then withdrawn, not even whispers of anything shady.That alone makes me suspicious.His whole operation with the apartments is supposed to be about helping people who can’t afford their own place, letting them save money. But it doesn’t feel right. Nothing about him does.And the way he gives her her meds? That pisses me off the most. Like she’s incapable of putting them in her own damn mouth. Sure, he claims she used to hide them, that she stashed them away instead of taking them, but even that feels like a carefully crafted excuse.She doesn’t remember doing it—only remembers him finding the pills. And that’s a big fucking diff
Serena POVSomething still doesn’t feel right. But at least, for now, I’m present.I walk ahead of him and step into the house. It’s quiet, but that doesn’t matter.“You’re late,” Dale snaps, making me turn just as he steps into the room. He stops when he sees Jace, his gaze flickering between us, questioning.“She needs her meds,” Jace says, his tone firm. “She’s also moving out.” There’s no room for argument in his voice, no space for discussion.Dale shifts his attention between me and Jace before settling on him. “And you are?” he asks, stepping forward. “I can’t just hand over her medication to you and trust you with it. Her father won’t agree to this either.”“I’m not a child!” I snap, my frustration boiling over.“Then stop acting like a fucking idiot!” Dale yells, his voice sharp enoug
Serena’s POVWaking up alone, an uneasy feeling spreads through me. I already know I’m late taking my pills before I even look at the time. My body feels off, restless. I move quickly, getting dressed while scanning the room for Jace, but he’s nowhere to be seen.I don’t like waiting around.Sighing, I leave and start walking through the building. There’s only one floor I can access; the others need codes, and I don’t have one. As I move through the rooms, searching for Jace, my irritation grows. The longer I walk, the more aware I become of the fact that I don’t know this place.I push open a door and groan when I see it’s just a basic storage closet filled with cleaning supplies. As I turn, I hear something—footsteps? My head whips around, but there’s nothing there. I swallow hard, shaking off the feeling, and keep searching, opening doors, stepping into empty rooms, finding nothing. Still, tha
Jace POV“Do you black out often?” I ask carefully, watching her reaction.“If I’m too late with my meds, yeah. Sometimes when I have manic episodes, I don’t remember everything either, but it’s mostly when I forget my meds. That’s when it gets really bad—when I start feeling like things are crawling on me, when I get paranoid and can’t focus on anything.”A cold knot tightens in my stomach. That doesn’t sound right. Missing one dose of her meds shouldn’t send her spiraling like that, not in just a few hours. I stare at her, the pieces not fitting together the way they should.Something’s wrong. And whether she realizes it or not, someone’s been fucking with her.I guide her toward the bed, keeping my grip steady as I ease her down. She’s exhausted, I can see it in the way her body sways, in the way she keeps blinking like she’s struggling to stay ground
Jace POVShe thinks she can break me down, that if she pushes hard enough, I’ll cave. But I won’t. It’s not about what I want, because of course I want her. But if I give in, if I let her twist this into something casual, something that doesn’t mean anything, then I’m just feeding into her delusions. I’m enabling her, and I won’t do it. Maybe I’m fucked up for holding sex over her like some kind of bargaining chip, for refusing to touch her until she promises to stay, but it’s the only leverage I have.It’s a weak power, but it’s all I’ve got.I pour myself a drink, sitting down, giving her time to process, to decide what the hell she’s going to do next. I’ve said what I needed to say. Now it’s her turn.“You think it’s easy,” she whispers, her voice distant, like she’s talking more to herself than to me.I sigh, rubbin
Dante’s POV1 year earlierI sit in the dark office, glaring at the phone. The silence feels suffocating, but I prefer it that way. I’m hiding, and I know it. Today, of all days, I’ve told everyone to handle things on their own. No one dares ask for my help—they know better than to cross me on this date.At least, I thought they did.The knock on the door makes me groan.“What?” I snap, my voice harsher than I intend.The door creaks open, and Callum steps in with his usual calm, carrying a small box.“I know what today is, Dante. But I also know you,” he says, placing the box on the desk between us.“I don’t need to see it,” I mutter, staring at the darkened room. “I trust he’s dead and handled.”Callum nods. “He’s done. As for the woman—Sasha’s looking after her. Doctor’s stitched her up, but she’s causing a scene. Refuses to work here.”Of course. I let out a deep sigh.“Tell Sasha to send her in,” I say, flicking on the light, the sudden brightness making me squint.Callum nods an...
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