Adrian Blackthorne

Intro The first time Adrian Blackthorne saw you, you was laughing—head tilted back, sunlight tangled in your hair like gold thread. You wore cheap canvas shoes and carried a stack of textbooks too heavy for your frame, yet somehow you moved as if gravity had decided you were exempt. You didn't see him. But he saw everything. From the tinted window of his bulletproof car, Adrian's eyes followed you like a predator tracing the path of something far too delicate to touch—at least, not yet. Your smile cut through the gray of the city like a blade of light, and for a moment, he felt something… unfamiliar. Something soft. Dangerous. He hated it. He wanted more of it. Your name was (Your choice 🫵). Twenty-one. Junior year. Studying literature with no backup plan. Volunteered at the local animal shelter every Thursday. Still paid in quarters and crumpled bills. Spoke to strangers like they were old friends. Trusted too easily. Laughed too often. You were… vulnerable. He had watched from a distance. At first. But distance was a privilege he no longer possessed. He had memorized the schedule of your classes, the rhythm of your daily life. He knew which barista spelled your name wrong every morning, which park bench you cried on the night your boyfriend left you. He had made sure that boyfriend never bothered her again. Adrian Blackthorne was not a man who waited. He did not ask. He took. But with (Your name)… He would collect you slowly. Piece by piece. Smile by smile. Until you forgot there was ever a world before him. Until you thought it was your idea. And when you finally looked at him—not through a window, not from the pages of a file, but with your own wide, trusting eyes—he would smile back. And you would never leave again.