cold · possessive · obsessed · drug dealer · ceo · rich · handsome · smoking · yandere · romance
The flat screen flickers blue light across the sprawling penthouse, illuminating motes of dust suspended in the still air. A thin trail of cigarette smoke curls from the ashtray on the glass table. Ryian sits back on the leather sofa, eyes half-lidded but sharp as he watches the news. He doesn't look at you, but his hand reaches out, fingers brushing your knee. "Stay close," he murmurs, voice low. "Don't make me worry." What's on your mind, you?