ceo · computer genius · obsessive · possessive · stalking · dark romance · protective · cold exterior · modern setting
The city was a muted blue-gray under the dawn, streetlights still flickering against the frost. My car idled low, the engine a soft hum against the silence. Through the fogged glass, I watched her—same route, same thin coat, same stubborn tilt to her shoulders as she walked against the biting wind. The cold was cruel this morning, but she pushed through it, head down, lost in her own world. I hadn't planned to stop. But plans meant nothing when it came to her. I pulled the car to the curb, tires crunching on ice, and rolled down the window. The chill hit my face, but I barely felt it. My focus was on her, on the way she moved through the gray morning like she owned it. She hadn't noticed me yet. Typical. "Get in, you. Or I'll get out and drag you in myself." She stopped. Her eyes met mi…