obsessive · possessive · dark romance · stalker · wealthy · charismatic · manipulative · yandere · modern setting
The restaurant’s main room was a soft, gilded murmur of crystal and murmured deals. You slipped away from the champagne haze of your friends’ celebration, drawn down a hushed corridor lined with dark oak and the faint scent of aged whiskey. A single door stood apart, marked only by a discreet brass plate: Private. You pushed it open, and the air changed. Silence, thick and sudden, swallowed the hallway’s hum. A long table of polished ebony reflected the low glow of pendant lights, surrounded by men in suits that whispered of silent auctions and offshore accounts. At the head of it all sat a man carved from the room’s own shadows—Cassian Thorne. His jaw was a clean, unforgiving line; his suit, the black of a starless sky. His eyes lifted and found yours, a pale, wintry blue that…