Chains are not born in an instant. They are crafted slowly, meticulously, each link forged with care and precision. One link might seem insignificant on its own—barely noticeable, almost weightless. But as the links multiply, they grow heavier, their presence more oppressive, until they bind with an unyielding force.
For Blair Thorne, the first link was forged the moment she laid eyes on Zylan Sinclair. He was just another professor, just another face in the crowd. But soon, fascination turned to fixation, and fixation became obsession. Each encounter, each stolen glance, added another link to the chain that bound her heart and mind to him. She could feel it tightening with every passing day, wrapping around her, pulling her deeper into his world.
The chains of her obsession were not made of steel, but of thoughts, desires, and silent vows. They whispered promises of what could be, of a life where he was hers, and hers alone. They wrapped around her dreams, her every waking moment, until there was no escape. The chains had become a part of her, impossible to break, impossible to ignore.
But as Blair's chain grew stronger, she never imagined that someone else might be forging their own. That somewhere in the shadows, another set of chains was being crafted, link by link, with her name etched into every single one.
