All Chapters of Chained to His Darkness: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Kimmy's POVThe sharp flash of my camera cut through the studio space for what felt like the thousandth time tonight."Hold that angle, keep the chin up just a fraction!" I called out, my voice raspy from seven straight days of overtime.We were wrapping up a massive promotional editorial for Vogue Horizon, and my whole body was screaming for sleep. My shoulders ached under the weight of the strap, and my eyes burned from staring through the viewfinder."And… cut! Perfect, everyone!" I let out a long breath, lowering the camera as the crew erupted into tired cheers.Before I could even stretch my aching neck, my best friend and creative assistant, Maya, slung an arm around my shoulder, shoving her phone right into my face."Look at this, you workaholic," Maya beamed, tapping the screen. "That dark aesthetic street portrait you posted on your Instagram two hours ago? It hit two hundred thousand likes already. The comments are going wild. You’re literally viral right now, Kimmy."I look

Kimmy’s POV The Obsidian Tower was even more imposing up close. The double-height lobby was lined with polished black marble, discreet security guards stationed at every point of entry, and keycard scanners on every elevator. It was sleek, quiet, and felt like a fortress. When the estate agent opened the door to Unit 802, I stood frozen on the threshold. Light flooded the massive living area from floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows, showing off a breathless, sweeping view of the city skyline. The hardwood floors were pristine, and the high-end finishes screamed absolute luxury. It was perfect. Too perfect. "The unit includes automated smart-home locks, soundproof walls, and dedicated private access," the agent explained, holding out a sleek tablet. "And as I mentioned, the owner is currently residing abroad and simply wants a reliable, quiet tenant to keep the place occupied." I walked over to the glass, looking out over the glittering city below, then turned back to Maya with a

Kimmy’s POVThe floor beneath my feet felt like it tilted.I stared down at the glowing screen, my pulse hammering so violently in my ears that it drowned out the hum of the air conditioner.Unknown: You looked so gorgeous at dinner tonight, Ma Petite. I see you've found a handsome distraction... but he won't save you from me.My throat locked up. A wave of ice water surged through my veins, washing away every drop of safety I had felt just five minutes ago.He was there. At the restaurant.While I was sitting in that dim booth, enjoying a glass of wine, laughing with Beau, and convincing myself I had finally escaped... the stalker was somewhere in the shadows of that bistro. Staring at me. Watching the way I tucked my hair behind my ear. Watching Beau smile at me.I rushed to the floor-to-ceiling windows, my hands shaking so violently I could barely grab the edge of the heavy velvet curtains. I yanked them shut with a harsh swoosh, plunging the expansive living room into darkness.I