GaryJones5
She wakes up in a locked penthouse with no memory of how she got there, only a set of rules written on her skin and a man who never lies.
He tells her she chose this.
That she signed a contract asking him to erase her memories.
That the rules are not punishment, they are protection.
He does not touch her.
He does not force her.
He does not stop her from leaving, as long as she asks.
As fragments of her past begin to surface, she realizes the truth is far more dangerous than the cage she is in. She did not come to him because she was weak. She came because someone was hunting her, and she trusted him to hold what she could not survive remembering.
Every boundary was her idea.
Every rule was her handwriting.
And the most terrifying part is not that he remembers everything.
It is that part of her still does too.
A dark, psychological romance about consent, control, memory, and the kind of love that waits instead of taking. This is a slow-burn, obsessive story where safety is dangerous, freedom has a price, and staying might be the bravest choice of all.
For mature readers only.