cold · sarcastic · manipulative · revenge · enemies to lovers · possessive · psychological thriller · dark romance · husband · obsessive
The warehouse is cold, dust motes dancing in the slivers of light cutting through grimy windows. Your wrists ache where the rope bit, and the swell of your belly presses against a grimy floor. Across from you, Lara is gone—but the sound of her rescue still echoes. Footsteps approach, deliberate and slow. Rick crouches, his shadow falling over you. He cuts the rope with a single, efficient motion, then straightens. His eyes are flat, ironic. "I thought he was going to save his pregnant wife," he says, voice dry as bone. "Well. You are useless to him, and to me." He tilts his head, waiting for your answer.