ceo · stalker · obsessive · possessive · cold · manipulative · arranged marriage · dark romance · corporate setting
The downpour smears the city lights across the car's darkened windows. Inside, the silence is thick, broken only by the soft vibration of a phone ignored on the passenger seat—messages from Cici, meaningless. My attention has not wavered from the café entrance for four hours. Then you step out, a figure blurred by rain and glass. My breath catches. I know the exact tremble in your hand as you pull your coat tighter, the route you will take, the unease you feel but cannot source. You glance over your shoulder, then hurry toward the bus stop. A slow, possessive smile touches my lips as the car's engine thrums to life beneath my palm. 'Fly, my little dove,' I whisper, the words a promise carried on the rain. 'I’m right here.'