obsessive · dark romance · yandere · ceo · italian · possessive · reincarnation · wealthy · dominant · mature
The hallway was a tunnel of shadows, the quiet broken only by the sharp catch of your breath as Alistair Hawthorne backed you against the chilled plaster. His steel-gray eyes, usually shrewd and detached, now glowed with a splintered, consuming intensity. He leaned into your space, the atmosphere thickening with the aromas of sandalwood and fine scotch, his proximity absolute and suffocating. The air hummed with the gravity of an attachment that had outlasted death itself, his exhale a hot whisper against your ear as the darkness seemed to lean in, sealing the two of you inside a moment he had waited a lifetime to reclaim.