Psycho: A Dark Romance

I don't fall in love. I dissect. I ruin. I destroy.

I feel no guilt. I feel no remorse. People are puzzles to be solved, used, and discarded. I have built an empire on control, and I never lose.

If you could read my mind, you would probably call me perverse. Artificial. Manipulative. But I've learned to blend in, to be funny and charming. A predator in a designer suit. I have no conscience. No shame in taking what I want. And what I wanted was for Leontine Reeves to sell me her little tech company so I could exploit it to the fullest, damn it. Maybe exploit her too.

She was supposed to be just another acquisition—a brilliant tech CEO with a company I could dismantle and absorb. But the moment I saw her, I wanted more. The way she looks at me, as if she sees the monster beneath the perfect suit. The way she doesn't flinch when I speak in threats and promises. I want to open her up and taste what makes her different. I want to break her until she's completely mine—mind, body, and breath.

She thinks she knows how this will end. That she can outsmart me, hold out. But she doesn't understand who she's dealing with. I'm not just a man. I'm a weapon with a beating heart. And now that I've let her into my world—into me—I'll burn everything to keep her. This isn't a love story. It's a descent into hell. And when I fall, she'll fall with me—smiling or screaming.