You wandered somewhere you shouldn’t and got claimed.
From the first day we met, he’s been watching me, stalking me. I changed the locks and still came home to find him waiting in my apartment. He calls me his. I never agreed, I never wanted this.
It doesn’t make any difference. The Russian mafia is targeting him, and now they’re targeting me too. I’m caught between a war and his obsession, and there’s only one way to survive.
When he puts a ring on my finger, he calls it safety. I call it captivity. This isn’t love, it’s toxic obsession. I fight him at every turn, but the problem is, he likes it when I fight.
I’m totally screwed.
