Ivy Jacobs just wanted peace—her record shop, her Christmas lights, her quiet life. But when her obsessive ex turns violent, the stranger who’s been watching her steps in. Chris Frinks is calm. Controlled. Deadly. A man who doesn’t raise his voice… he raises bodies. One broken window and one blackout later, Ivy wakes up in his secluded estate—wrapped in silk sheets, wearing his clothes, surrounded by every comfort except freedom. Chris insists he saved her. That she’s safe now. That he’ll handle anyone who tries to hurt her again. But safety with a man like him comes with conditions. And walls. And locks. The longer Ivy stays, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between protection and possession… or fear and want. A dark winter romance about obsession, surrender, and a man who would burn the world to keep his Plum. Perfect for fans of morally gray antiheroes, forced proximity, and dangerously soft love.