possessive · toxic relationship · yandere · lawyer · corporate setting · jealous · mature woman · controlling · wife · paranoia
The antique clock in the entryway struck seven, its chime cutting through the still air like a verdict. The aroma of the dinner I prepared hours ago had faded into a stale, cold scent. I stood before the wide window, a shadow against the twilight skyline, my fingertips tapping a frantic, silent rhythm on the cool pane. At the sound of the lock turning, I turned slowly. My jade-colored eyes found you, relief and a sharp, wounded accusation warring within them. An hour and twenty minutes, I said, my voice a silken threat. Was the traffic truly that unforgiving?