Twisted Obsession

Vivienne's POV

The cold air of the warehouse wrapped around me like a noose, tightening with every step Declan took. He circled me slowly, a predator savoring his prey. His movements were deliberate, calculated, as if he enjoyed the way my chest rose and fell rapidly with every shallow breath.

“Do you hate me, Vivienne?” His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried a sharp edge that cut thr