Stephenie Moore** has the kind of life people kill for. A partnership at a top-tier law firm, a designer wardrobe, and a marriage to Luis—a man so devoted, so gentle, and so perfect, he is the human equivalent of a sanctuary.But the sanctuary is starting to feel like a tomb.In the climate-controlled silence of her marble kitchen, Stephenie is starving. Every chaste kiss from her husband is a reminder of the raw, jagged hunger he can never satisfy. Beneath her sleek professional suits and her "perfect wife" veneer, she is haunted by the ghost of a man who didn't want to protect her—he wanted to own her.“Elvis.”He was a walking red flag, a storm of possessive rage and electric euphoria who vanished seven years ago without a word, leaving a vacuum in her soul that no amount of stability can fill. Luis gave her the gold, but Elvis gave her the fire. And as the memories of their dark, unyielding passion begin to bleed into her pristine reality, Stephenie is forced to face a terrifying truth.She isn't the woman Luis married. She is a certain kind of woman and only one man knows the code to the lock.In this high stakes tale of obsession and dual identity, one woman must decide if she belongs in the light she worked so hard to reach, or in the shadows of the man who refuses to let her go.