𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 I was his therapist. Now I’m his husband and I’m documenting my own descent into darkness through secret journals that blur clinical observation with obsessive love letters. I understand Noah’s psychopathy with clinical precision, like the absence of empathy and calculated manipulation. But understanding him and belonging to him are entirely different things. As we travel the world, I’ve stopped observing him from a distance. Instead, I’m drowning in his possession, and I’m reveling in every moment. I know what he does to keep me in his hold. Others would run, but I’m falling deeper, observing him with sensual fascination. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲. 𝐍𝐎𝐀𝐇 Chase is mine. Completely. Anyone who threatens that exclusive claim simply ceases to exist. I don’t feel love the way others do, but I do feel ownership. My life is all about keeping him, controlling him, marking him as mine in whatever way I can. Once he was my therapist, but now he’s my possession. I know he watches me more intensely since we started travelling, his curiosity of what he has ignored so far, the real me. But when we return to New York to help the Kozlov family, it opens a bigger world for us. Darkness becomes his new light. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞.