𝐎𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭. At twenty-six years old, she'd earned a Ph.D from Stanford and opened the doors to her own private practice. She's practically had life handed to her on a platter. Wealthy parents. Elite schools. A trust fund. And yes - even a silver spoon. Her patients are what she expects them to be. A little emotionally unstable - maybe a bit disturbed, a mind she finds herself dissecting from time to time. She thinks she's got it all under control, keeping herself detached and professional. Ophelia is able to leave her cases where they belong - in neat organized files, locked inside the little silver safe in her office. That is until Ezra Onyx walks through her doors. Ezra is dark, intelligent, charming when he needs to be. A morbid sociopath with a malignant outlook on life and reality. He's the monster in the shadows, the kind that lurks and stalks his prey before devouring all that's in his sight. He's not a man with much regard for others but he's simply hit a roadblock in his life. One that he can't seem to shake - this feeling of wanting to speak on the carnage that condemns his very soul. And who better to share it with than a therapist that can't tell all? Someone he can anchor his sins to. And in walks Ophelia. Like a light in his never ending darkness. A salvation to his damnation. She's beautiful, docile, everything he isn't. There's a soft hope in her eyes, an optimism he wants to burn and snuff out like a lit flame. He wants to corrupt her mind, body, and spirit. Damming her to hell with him. He wants it all. And Ezra isn't a man who lets go of what's his. She's easy prey and she just stepped into the sights of a skilled hunter...