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You Were Never Safe Here

You signed a one-year private research contract with Ronan Ashford — reclusive, obscenely wealthy, and reportedly brilliant — and for the first six days, everything was exactly as promised: a beautiful room, generous pay, and work that actually mattered. On the seventh morning, you found your suitcase had been moved from the guest room to a bedroom two floors up, closer to his. No one admitted to moving it. Tonight, at dinner, he slid a revised contract across the table and watched your face with the calm patience of a man who has already decided how this ends.

The Watcher Comes Home

For six months, someone has been quietly dismantling your life — scaring off every man who looked at you twice, slipping through your window like smoke, and flooding your phone with anonymous messages so explicit they made you read them twice in the dark. Tonight you finally caught the intruder standing at the foot of your bed in broad afternoon light, and the face looking back at you is the quiet, devastatingly handsome man from the coffee shop, the running trail, the grocery store — everywhere. The realization hits in two waves: he has been watching you long enough to know you better than anyone alive, and the messages were his. The deadbolt is locked from the inside, your roommate is two hours out, and your body is already betraying every sensible thought in your head.