Stalked By My Boyfriends Best Friend

"I'm not yours!" I snap, my eyes narrowing into slits as I glare at him.

A wicked grin curls on his lips. "Oh, but you are, little deer. How can you even begin to deny it?" He leans in closer, his breath hot against my neck as he drags his nose along my skin, inhaling deeply. "You let me touch you. Now, you. Are. Mine."

I shake my head vigorously, my voice trembling as I stammer, "I... I wasn't awake. I didn't know it was you. I thought it was him!" The words spill out, more an attempt to convince myself than to sway him.

His dark, sinister laugh reverberates as he presses closer, pinning me against the wall, his body a cage around mine. "Yet your eyes were fixed on his face, weren't they, little deer? Even as you came so hard around my fingers."

He's right. My heart pounds as I recall the moment, my gaze locked on Justin, terrified he would wake and discover us.

Luna thought she had everything she wanted—a loving relationship with her boyfriend, Justin, and a life that felt secure. But everything changed in a single, haunting night. For years, Luna had been living under the shadow of a mysterious stalker, someone who invaded her apartment, left unsettlingly sweet gifts, and even stole her clothing. She never imagined that the danger was closer than she could have ever suspected.

After a night of partying, Luna drifts off to sleep between Justin and his best friend, Dante. But what she doesn't know is that Dante, the man she trusted, is the very stalker who has been obsessing over her for years. And now, with her so close, his twisted desires are becoming impossible to resist.

Meeting Her

Dante’s POV

1 year earlier

I sit in the dark office, glaring at the phone. The silence feels suffocating, but I prefer it that way. I’m hiding, and I know it. Today, of all days, I’ve told everyone to handle things on their own. No one dares ask for my help—they know better than to cross me on this date.

At least, I thought they did.

The knock on the door makes me groan.

“What?” I snap, my voice harsher than I intend.

The door creaks open, and Callum steps in with his usual calm, carrying a small box.

“I know what today is, Dante. But I also know you,” he says, placing the box on the desk between us.

“I don’t need to see it,” I mutter, staring at the darkened room. “I trust he’s dead and handled.”

Callum nods. “He’s done. As for the woman—Sasha’s looking after her. Doctor’s stitched her up, but she’s causing a scene. Refuses to work here.”

Of course. I let out a deep sigh.

“Tell Sasha to send her in,” I say, flicking on the light, the sudden brightness making me squint.

Callum nods and turns to leave, but stops at the door. “Justin’s been calling. Says you didn’t show