He watched her before she ever knew his name.He became obsessed before she realized she wanted him.And when she finally stopped running… she discovered she never wanted to escape.Everyone has a darkness inside them.Some people hide it.Some people fight it.And some people find another person who understands it perfectly.For her, that person is Damien Cross.She doesn’t know his name when she first sees him.She only knows the feeling.The strange sensation of being watched.The black car parked across the street.The man sitting behind the glass, staring directly at her as though he has been waiting for her to appear.She should look away.She should walk home.She should forget the stranger standing in the rain.Instead, she smiles.And that single smile changes everything.Because Damien Cross doesn’t forget her.He can’t.He notices her.Then he notices everything.The books she reads.The coffee she orders.The places she visits.The way she laughs when she’s nervous.The way she bites the inside of her cheek when she’s trying not to cry.The way she pretends she doesn’t need anyone.The way she tells everyone she’s perfectly fine when she’s falling apart inside.Damien sees the things nobody else sees.And once he does, he can’t stop.He becomes fascinated with her.Then protective.Then possessive.Then completely obsessed.At first, she thinks he’s simply mysterious.Then she realizes he’s been watching her.Then she realizes he’s been following her.Then she begins finding notes.Small pieces of black paper appearing where they shouldn’t be.On her pillow.Inside her favorite book.Beside her coffee cup.On her kitchen counter.Each one carries a message.You looked beautiful today.You were thinking about me.Don’t pretend you didn’t see me.You shouldn’t smile at dangerous men.And eventually—Stop pretending you don’t want me to find you.She should be terrified.Part of her is.But another part of her feels something she can’t explain.Because for the first time in her life, someone is paying attention.Not the surface version of her.Not the girl everyone assumes she is.Damien sees all of her.Even the pieces she hides.Especially the pieces she hides.And that’s what makes him dangerous.He doesn’t simply want her.He wants to know her.Every fear.Every secret.Every weakness.Every dream.Every thought she refuses to say aloud.He wants to become the person she runs to when the entire world becomes too loud.But Damien has his own darkness.A past he refuses to discuss.A locked room inside his home.Photographs he doesn’t want her to see.Secrets buried so deeply that even he isn’t sure what will happen when they finally come to the surface.And beneath his obsession is a fear that he will never admit.He is terrified of losing her.Because Damien has never loved anyone the way he loves her.And he doesn’t know how to love halfway.He doesn’t know how to care casually.He doesn’t know how to want someone without wanting all of them.When Damien falls, he falls completely.And she becomes the center of his world.His favorite thought.His greatest weakness.His most dangerous temptation.His reason to stay.She knows she should be careful.She knows there is something wrong about the way he watches her.Something frightening about how easily he appears wherever she is.Something addictive about the way his voice changes when someone else gets too close.But there is something else.Something she doesn’t want to admit.She likes it.She likes knowing someone notices when she walks into a room.She likes the way Damien’s eyes follow her.She likes the way he becomes jealous.She likes the way he stands between her and anything he thinks might hurt her.She likes knowing that beneath the cold exterior is a man who would do almost anything to protect her.And worst of all—She likes knowing he is obsessed.Because maybe she has always wanted someone who would love her loudly enough to drown out every doubt in her mind.Maybe she doesn’t want ordinary love.Maybe ordinary love has never been enough for her.Maybe she wants something darker.Something deeper.Something dangerous.Something that feels impossible to escape.But Damien has one rule that surprises her.She can leave.Whenever she wants.He tells her that from the beginning.“You can walk away.”She doesn’t believe him.Not completely.Because everything about Damien suggests control.Yet every time he gives her a choice, she stays.Every time he opens the door, she closes it again.Every time he tells her she doesn’t have to choose him, she chooses him anyway.And that is when Damien begins to realize something.He doesn’t want to trap her.He wants her to stay willingly.He wants her choice.He wants her to look at the darkest parts of him and still say:I choose you.Their relationship becomes a dangerous game of trust.He gives her rules.She challenges them.He gives her secrets.She demands more.He tells her not to enter the locked room.She starts wondering what is inside.He tells her not to follow him.She follows.He tells her

I never believed a stranger could know me better than I knew myself.Until the mask appeared.It started with a note on my pillow. Then a black rose. Then the dares.He never shows me his face. He never tells me his name. Yet somehow, he knows things about me I’ve never told anyone.Every time I try to run, he is already there.Every secret I bury, he digs up.Every fear I hide, he turns into a game.I tell myself the man behind the mask is dangerous.I tell myself I should stay away.But the more I uncover about him, the more I begin to wonder if the real danger isn’t the person hiding behind the mask…Maybe it’s who I’m becoming because of him.There are rules to his game.Don’t look behind you.Don’t enter the locked room.Don’t ask who he really is.And never take off the mask.But there’s one rule I was never supposed to discover:He already knew me before I ever met him.And when the final dare begins, I’ll have to face the truth.Because sometimes the person behind the mask isn’t the one hiding.Sometimes… the mask knows you.

Library guy who falls in love with women and kills them but he only uses their skin to make the cover of his books

When Elara's car breaks down on a desolate road leading to Blackwood Creek, she encounters Jax—a tattooed mechanic with piercing blue eyes and a dark obsession. What begins as a chance meeting spirals into a chilling tale of surveillance, possession, and predatory love. As Jax watches her every move from the shadows, Elara discovers too late that her quiet new life has become a carefully constructed cage. A psychological descent into obsession where protection and imprisonment become indistinguishable, and the monster doesn't hide in darkness—he fixes your car and calls you 'good girl.'