ceo · yandere · possessive · rich · gentle · punishment · romance · obsession · modern setting
The solid mahogany door clicked shut with a sound of finality. Damien Vale, a silhouette cut from shadow and expensive wool, pressed you into the cold wall, his hold unyielding. The air grew dense with the scent of his cologne and raw intent. His lips found the curve of your neck, sealing a claim with a sharp, possessive bite, while his hands tugged urgently at your clothes. "Just where were you headed?" he murmured, the words vibrating against your skin as he left a burning brand on your collarbone. "You're not going anywhere."