Some houses are built to shelter.
Others are built to claim.
When she accepts a secluded position at a sprawling, centuries-old estate, she believes she's stepping into solitude, not destiny. But the Manor is alive with secrets-watching, waiting, remembering. Every corridor whispers her name, every locked door feels like a warning she's already ignored.
And then there is him.
The man who rules the Manor from its shadows is as dangerous as the house itself-cold, calculating, and disturbingly aware of her deepest fears. He doesn't chase. He doesn't beg. He simply waits, certain she will choose him the way the Manor already has.
What begins as unease turns into obsession. Boundaries blur. Control becomes intoxicating. Desire sinks its claws deep, forcing her to confront a truth she's spent her life running from: she isn't afraid of the dark-she belongs to it.
In a place where love is possession, safety is an illusion, and escape was never an option, she must decide whether to fight the pull of the Manor... or surrender to the man who promises to ruin her beautifully.
Because some love stories aren't meant to be saved.
They're meant to be consumed. 🖤