‘You’re beautiful,’ Alex tells me when we first meet at a mutual friend’s wedding. I’m flattered, and instantly drawn to him. But as we get closer, I soon realise that Alex is keeping a dark secret. But then again, so am I…Alex and I haven’t been dating for very long when I go to his place for the first time. Feeling self-conscious as I notice a thread coming loose on my dress, he pours me a glass of wine and I take in the pristine room and expensive furnishings. Everything here is perfect, too perfect. Where are the personal touches, the souvenirs from his life? Where are the photos of his friends and family?‘You can trust me,’ Alex says as he hands me the wine, and my heart beats wildly in my chest. I really want this to work, especially after the disaster of my last relationship. ‘You can trust me too,’ I say, avoiding his eye and wondering if I’m as safe as I thought I was.As our relationship progresses and we spend more time together, I begin to make plans for our future. Everything is perfect, but one thing is clear:Both of us are lying. One of us is dangerous…
