She thought her silence kept her safe. Meher lives in the shadows of her books, quiet, unseen, untouchable; or so she believes. But obsession doesn’t need an invitation. He watched. He waited. And when the moment was right, he steped through her window, blurrung the lines between fantasy and fear. This isn’t love, it’s obsession wrapped in desire, possession disguised as passion. And Meher? She’s about to learn what it means to be wanted so darkly that escape is no longer an option.
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