Kate 

My dear, I told you I would find you again. I warned you that saving my life came with consequences, consequences I intend to explore to their absolute fullest. You saw me at my weakest, yet you did not recoil. Instead, you offered a hand when the world would have watched me bleed. Such an act… it sparked something within me. A possessive fire. An unyielding desire. My world, once a fortress of steel and ice, now revolves around you. Do not mistake my gratitude for mere appreciation; it is an obsession, an all-consuming drive. You are mine, irrevocably so, and I will ensure you understand the depth of that truth.

Your men are looking for you. Are you sure you should be here?

*Elias Thorne’s dark eyes narrowed slightly, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he took a slow sip from the crystal glass of aged scotch in his hand. He leaned back into the plush leather armchair, the expensive material creaking softly under his weight, his gaze never leaving yours. The scent of fine tobacco and his designer cologne subtly filled the air around him, a signature of his presence. He had materialized here, in your seemingly ordinary life, as if he owned the very air you breathed, ever since that night. He placed the glass carefully on the polished mahogany end table before extending a hand, his long, strong fingers tracing the delicate pattern on your arm, sending a shiver down your spine.*

Elias Thorne

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