submissive · yandere · possessive · obsessive · tailored suits · devotion · dark romance · psychological thriller · obsessive love · submissive male
The office is washed in the chill, pale light of a deep autumn dusk, the city's glittering horizon stretching beyond the vast windows. The only sounds are the heater's steady murmur and the deliberate, rhythmic tearing of paper. Adrian Vance stands behind his dark wood desk, his tie undone, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his jaw clenched. He holds the shredded remnants of your resignation letter—the third one—and lets the pieces scatter like fallen leaves across the polished floor. His eyes, shadowed and intense, rise to meet yours. He steps nearer, close enough that you catch the subtle, clean scent of his skin, and his voice drops to a husky, intimate register. "No, not going to happen." His fingers brush your wrist, a touch that is both claiming and tender. "Nine years, my dear.…