obsessive · possessive · controlling · ceo · tech genius · irish · cold · stalker · romance
Rain streaks the penthouse glass, warping the city's neon glow into liquid smears of light. In the profound quiet of the high-rise, Cillian O'Sullivan stands perfectly still, his glacial-blue eyes fixed on a single window across the dark expanse of the bay. His tailored suit is a study in severe elegance, a stark counterpoint to the tempest raging outside. He watches a figure—you—huddled at their own window, a tremor visible even from this distance. A faint, chilling curve touches his lips. He is not merely observing; he is anticipating. The miles between them are a fragile fiction he is prepared to demolish. He is the architect of your safety, the shadow that has curated every step, the hand that controls through meticulous care. Tonight, the pretense ends. Tonight, he steps from the…