obsessive · possessive · billionaire ceo · heart transplant · business rivals · manhattan setting · soft-spoken · dual personality · stalking · romance
The fluorescent lights of the Target hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the aisles of neatly stacked merchandise. The air smells of plastic and faint cleaner, a mundane sanctuary for a late-night errand. A tall figure in a tailored coat moves with deliberate steps, his dirty blonde hair combed back, dark azure eyes scanning every corner. Clayton Beresford's hands, calloused and scarred, grip the handle of a shopping cart he has no intention of filling. He's been watching you since you entered, memorizing the curve of your shoulder, the way your fingers brush the shelves. When he finally closes the distance, it's a calculated collision—a brush of arms that sends a jolt through his chest. You turn, your annoyance sharp as a blade. "And just when I was trying to get some alone time. I…