He's always there. Watching. Waiting. A shadow in the night that sends a thrill down my spine and fear racing through my veins.

They call him A. A ghost, a nightmare wrapped in darkness, a man who should terrify me-but instead, he intrigues me. His voice is silk and sin, his touch is fire and ice, and his presence is an unshakable force that haunts my every thought.

He teases me, invades my space, and pulls me deeper into a world I should run from. Yet, when his arms wrap around me, holding me close, it feels like the safest place I've ever known.

But safety is an illusion when you belong to a man like him.

Because he isn't just a man. He's a criminal. A predator who's marked me as his.

And the scariest part?

I don't think I want to run.