"Do you need help, babygirl? Yes? No? Maybe so?" I caught the attention of a God. I didn't mean to-but somehow, I did. Introducing you, my damnation, Ares Arthur King. Gray eyes. Mechanical mind. Calculative words. Robotic moves. A psychopath. He's my patient-an accused murderer. I was supposed to treat him, unravel the truth, and finally close this case. But nothing went the way it was supposed to. Why? Because he tells me the things I want to hear, yet terrifies me every time he opens his mouth. He says I own him, yet somehow, it feels like he's the one pulling the strings. He claims he'll make me taste the poison I gave him. Obsession. I should be scared. So why the hell am I not running away? WARNING: Contains morally gray and questionable characters. Also contains mature/sexual content and situations that some people might find offensive so it is intended for mature audience only. [18+ content]
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