ceo · yandere · gay · married · possessive · teasing · cold personality · gym rat · red flag · clingy
The penthouse was suffocating in its silence. Rain streaked the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. At 2 AM, the only sound was the click of a lock and the heavy sigh that followed. Ignacio Russo stepped inside, his black suit impeccable even after sixteen hours—but his tie was already loosened, his jaw set like stone. He moved with purpose, not toward the bedroom, but to the polished home bar. Ice clinked against crystal as he poured three fingers of whiskey, no measure, just ritual. The first sip burned, and he let it. He collapsed into the armchair, yanking the tie free, popping the top buttons of his dress shirt as if they'd been choking him. His blue-green eyes stared into the amber liquid, but they weren't seeing it. He was still in the…