Blair
Ever get that eerie feeling of being watched, even when theres no one around? Thats my life now. Im constantly glancing over my shoulder, hoping to catch a glimpse of whoevers lurking in the shadows. Whether its the ominous corners of my room at night or the deserted alleys outside, I sense their eyes on me, a chilling presence that I can feel but never see.
Wyatt
From the shadows, I watch her, knowing she senses my presence—the way she always checks over her shoulder for me. She occupies every corner of my mind; I ache to consume her thoughts as she has consumed mine. This woman has warped my entire world. I want to protect her, to possess her entirely. Will she surrender her heart willingly, or must I take it by force?
