He’s back.
But this time, it’s not just a visit. It’s not just a moment to remind her of his power.
This time, he’s come to take her.
After all this time, she thought she’d forgotten the grip he had on her. But the moment he steps through that door, it’s like the world narrows to just the two of them.
She knows what’s coming, knows that she’s about to be marked all over again — in the ways that only he can.
This time, she doesn’t get to run.
This time, she’ll give in.
And in the end, she’ll remember exactly what it means to be his.

“Liliana...”
The sound of her name was like a caress from the dark, and when he found her — through the most innocent of acts — food delivery, of all things — it was clear that nothing about this encounter would be innocent.
Beneath his teeth, beneath his hands, she would be stripped bare of every defense, every illusion.
He'd come for her — for her body, her mind, her soul.
And when she looked up to find him standing there, waiting in the doorway, there was no escaping the inevitable.
She thought she could outrun him. But he always knew where to find her.
And now... he would remind her of exactly who she belonged to.

Liliana’s Sundays were sacred—groceries, a hot shower, a little self-care. But today, as she stood in her kitchen, stretching just a little too slowly, she felt the familiar weight of eyes on her. The man across the lot—her voyeur, her shadow. He thought she didn’t notice. Oh, but she did. She always did. And she liked to tease.

The game had always been from a distance… until now.

The sharp slam of her door jolted her, and before she could react, he was there—too close, too warm, too real. The cigarette smoke on his breath curled around her senses, his fingers firm at her throat as he pressed her against the wall.