The man I’ve dreamt of since I was thirteen… has kidnapped me. Not with love, but with a gun pressed beneath my jaw. He didn’t steal me. He hunted me. One second, I was running from my past. The next moment, I was trapped inside his mansion, a cage dressed in luxury and silence, where every brick is tainted by his sins. Ten years of trying to forget him vanished the moment his eyes met mine again. Now I breathe in his danger, taste his madness, and feel my pulse echo beneath his fingertips. He should terrify me. He should be the end of me. But the scariest part? I can’t tell where my fear ends and my desire begins. Because the truth is— I’m not his captive. We’re both trapped. In a game of obsession, sin, and blood. And only one of us will make it out alive.