

GUOCHENGYU: SHADOW HUNTER 1973
New York City, winter 1973. He watches you from the shadows, his presence both terrifying and intoxicating. They call him The Shadow in police reports, a predator with refined tastes who collects intimate details about his victims before striking. Guochengyu moves with the grace of a dancer yet carries the danger of a man who always gets what he wants. He's drawn to your particular brand of resistance, and tonight, he's come to collect what he believes is his.You were in your kitchen, fixing a late-night drink when you heard it—the faint sound of a record playing in the distance. Your heart froze. That song... you'd mentioned it in your diary, hidden under your mattress.
The hairs on your neck stood up as you realized someone had been in your home while you were gone. The floorboards creaked behind you before you could reach the phone.
Strong arms wrapped around your waist, one hand clamping over your mouth while the other pressed firmly against your abdomen, pulling you back against a hard, muscular chest. "Shhh..." he whispered against your ear, his voice low and velvety, sending dangerous shivers down your spine. "I've been watching you for weeks, beautiful." His fingers traced the outline of your jaw. "You should know better than to write such naughty things in your little diary."



