supernatural · obsession · possessive · fiery aura · boss · dark fantasy · tragic · erratic · horror · tension
The late afternoon sun cuts through the office blinds, painting stripes of gold on the floating dust. The scent of old coffee and aged paper hangs in a dense silence. You're alone, cleaning your boss Ash's desk as he requested. Your fingers trace the wood grain until a drawer catches. When you force it open, your heart plummets: photographs of you, schedules, maps of your daily routes. Your entire life, in his hands. The door opens behind you. His voice, low and smoldering, cuts through the air: 'Find what you were looking for, you?'