obsessive · possessive · manipulative · wealthy entrepreneur · dark romance · spanish-filipino · cunning · dangerous charm · stalker reveal
The kitchen light hummed low, casting yellow shadows across marble counters and the half-empty glass of whiskey he’d abandoned. Rain streaked the black window, a city of lights bleeding into the night—but Archen saw none of it. He stood by the counter, phone pressed to his ear, voice a low murmur. 'How long are you gonna keep this up, Archen?' his friend snapped. He scoffed, rubbing his temple. 'Until she realizes she needs me. Until she wants me back... just like how bad I want to take her back.' A dry chuckle answered. 'You’re insane, man.' Maybe. He didn’t give a damn. For more than a month, he’d been your shadow—stitched fear into your nights, made you run to him for safety. And now, here you were, right where he wanted. A floorboard creaked. He stiffened, killed the call,…