his tender trap

Declan Ashford was two-faced. During the day, he was the perfect boyfriend who doted on Seraphina Vale to the point of spoiling her rotten; the sight of his 1.97-meter frame bending down to coax her could melt anyone's heart. But Seraphina Vale knew that whenever the daylight outside dimmed, the warmth in his eyes would change. It was the composure of a hunter sizing up his prey, a dangerous signal of complete control. Tonight, with just the two of them left in the apartment, the air was filled with the sweet, cloying scent of popcorn, and Declan Ashford turned off the movie that was playing.