He was all my twisted, dark book boyfriend fantasies come to life. Masked. Tattooed. Dirty talking—and totally unhinged. Morally grey? Check. Stalker? Check. A very illegal, very bloody hobby? Check.
Possessive, obsessive, and calls me a good girl? Check. Check. Check. I should probably call the police. I definitely shouldn’t take dirty selfies because I know he hacked my phone.
But what’s a girl to do? It’s my very own stalker romance.
