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Olivia doesn't cry anymore. She learned early that emotions are a leash, pain is affection, and love-real love-should feel like suffering. After burying her parents and surviving a childhood where cruelty passed for parenting, she's been drifting in her empty house, haunted by silence, feeding fantasies that border on madness. Until the silence starts watching back. Walker has been in the walls of her life for years. Studying her. Memorizing her. Becoming the man of her dreams-if her dreams were soaked in blood and soaked sheets. He calls her his recluse. His reward. His property. But Olivia doesn't shatter. She grew up in hell. She already learned how to crawl out of it. In a violent, erotic and horror inspired spiral of power and obsession, Olivia and her stalker begin a dance of control, humiliation, and need-where every touch hurts and every bruise says I love you. But when the leash slips from his hands, and she starts pulling back... "She isn't prey," his closest friend points at him. "You are." Who's really hunting who? * * * EXTREME TRIGGER WARNING!!! Read at your own risk. This is a dark romance/horror. * Please also keep in mind this is unedited and is currently going through this process. ❤️ thanks!
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He says he'd burn the world for her. She never expected him to mean it. Evelyn thought she knew what danger looked like-cold, sharp, and far away. Not quiet hands brushing her hair behind her ear. Not a voice that could break her with one whisper. Damien Blackwell is power, secrets, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. Everyone fears him. She should, too. But instead, she finds herself drawn to him-captivated by the way he softens only for her. Until the lies start unraveling. A stalker. A warning. A photo soaked in blood and truth. Now, Evelyn is forced to question everything-how much Damien has protected her... and how much he's destroyed to keep her. But loving a man like him comes at a cost. And she's already in too deep to run. "I don't care if you hate me. Just let me hold you while you fall apart." • Obsession doesn't always look like madness-sometimes, it looks like love. • He'd kill to protect her. He already has. • She became his weakness. And he became her ruin. • In his world, love is possession-and she's his favorite sin. (Currently writing and Editing so the story details can change at anytime. Also this is my first story so please be nice! But I would love some feedback!)

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