Our Story - Velvet Chains
36 parts Complete MatureObsession always begins quietly. A shadow stretching just a little too long, a phone screen lighting up when no one's touched it, the slow prickle of awareness that someone, somewhere, is watching. I told myself it was paranoia-too many late nights writing crime scenes, too many villains in my head. But obsession doesn't live in pages. It breathes. It waits.
The truth is, he's been with me for years. Damon Reed. Though I didn't know his name until it was too late. I felt him before I ever saw him. In the brush of a fingertip across a coffee cup I swore I left untouched. In the faint scent of smoke and leather clinging to my apartment when I came home alone.
He says I wrote him into existence. That every dark word I've ever published was a confession, a beacon pulling him closer. He isn't a man who asks for permission. He takes. And when he took me, the woman named Catherine Moore ceased to exist.
He calls me Cat. And I'm learning that in his world, prey doesn't escape the predator. It learns how to love the bite.