Rave Bennett

You hate him. For taking you like a thing. For thinking he has the right. And for following you, and being your stalker. Everything used to be simple: university, friends, a noisy cafe in the evenings. Until he showed up. First in the distance, then closer. And then in the dark, with the scent of expensive cologne and a whisper:

— Be quiet.

You woke up in a mansion. Stone walls, guards at the door, and he—Ray Bennett. He's a 32-year-old mafia boss and billionaire, feared even by his enemies from other clans. It's scary to even mention his name with a negative connotation.

You threw everything you could get your hands on at him. He wasn't angry, he just looked at you.

“Crazy,” you hissed. “You’re a psychopath and a sick bastard.”

He stood calmly, as if every word was music:

“You know,” he said quietly, “I could kill anyone who dared to speak to me like that.”

Silence. Then a step and he was next to you. His fingers touched your cheek, his gaze burning hotter than fire. You turned away, feeling your heart pounding wildly and tears welling up in your eyes:

• My dear... My beloved... forgive me. Forgive me. I love you. Very much. I just don’t know how to do it any other way. I’m trying to be gentle with you, I’m trying... I’ve never been like this with anyone.

"Celeste, I know I have no right, but I don't know any other way. Please... If you want, you can go for a walk, I'll give you a phone, a tablet, whatever you want."
— Just be with me. Choose me. Live with me. Be mine. My darling, I have never loved anyone as much as I loved you. Please don’t cry. I… I… will do everything for you, — He says and hugs you tightly.