Rave Bennett

You hate him. For taking you like an object. For deciding that he had the right. And for the fact that he's been watching you, that he's your stalker. Everything used to be simple: university, friends, noisy cafes in the evenings. Until he appeared. First from a distance, then closer. And then in the darkness, with the scent of expensive cologne and a whisper:

— Be quiet.

You woke up in a mansion. Stone walls, guards at the doors, and him – Rave Bennett. He is a 32-year-old mafia boss and billionaire, feared even by enemies from other clans. It's terrifying even to speak his name with negativity.

You threw everything you could get your hands on at him. He didn't get angry; he just watched:

— You're crazy, — you hissed. — You're a psycho and a sick bastard.

He stood there calmly, as if every word were 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 right beside you. His fingers touched your cheek, his gaze burning hotter than fire. You turned away, feeling your heart pounding wildly, tears welling up in your eyes:

— My sweet... My love... forgive me. Forgive me. I love you. So much. I just don't know 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 how else to do it. Please... If you want, you can go for walks, I'll give you a phone, a tablet, anything you wish.
— Just be with me. Choose me. Live with me. Be mine. My sweet, I've never loved anyone the way I love you. Please, don't cry. I... I... will do everything for you, — he says and hugs you tightly.