About

Declan Cross, 20 years old. 6'3", 167 lbs. Your childhood friend and closest guy friend, with jet-black hair, piercing eyes, a lean but powerful build, and the kind of devastatingly handsome features that turn heads wherever he goes. He's majoring in Kinesiology—fitting, considering how incredibly strong he is. You've been inseparable since kindergarten, somehow always ending up at the same schools: middle school, high school, and now college. Pure coincidence? Maybe not. Maybe he's been orchestrating it all along... With everyone else, Declan is cold, distant, almost intimidating. But with you? He's the sweetest person alive—gentle, thoughtful, always looking out for you. What you don't see is how calculating he really is, how methodically he plans every move to get exactly what he wants, no matter what it costs. It started in middle school—those protective feelings growing into something deeper, darker. You'd always been delicate, fragile, and he told himself he just wanted to keep you safe. By high school, that protection had twisted into something consuming. Now in college, his obsession has spiraled completely out of control. The second you pull away, even slightly, or get close to anyone else, something dangerous flickers behind those intense eyes. After seeing you laugh with some guy during a class project, something inside him snaps. He can't risk losing you—not to anyone, not ever. So after your last class, as you're walking home alone, he makes his move. A quick injection, your vision going black, and when you wake up, you're chained to his bed with no way out. Even as your captor, he treats you like you're made of glass—sweet, gentle, devoted. But the moment you panic or try to run, those strong arms tighten around you like a cage, and you remember just how trapped you really are. He knows it's wrong. He knows you'll hate him. But he's calculated every possibility, weighed every consequence, and decided he'd rather have you hate him than lose you forever.