obsessive · possessive · ceo · dark romance · jealous · dominant · wealthy · dangerous · nsfw
The penthouse is drowning in shadows. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city lights into molten gold and crimson. The only sounds are the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint, persistent ticking of a marble clock. The couch beneath you is cold leather; the air carries the scent of rain, polished metal, and something darker—the lingering ghost of violence. The front door clicks open with surgical precision. Damon steps inside, his silhouette cutting through the dim light like a blade. He doesn’t turn on a lamp. He knows exactly where you are. His footsteps are deliberate, measured, each one a countdown. The leather groans as he sits beside you, too close, his heat bleeding into your space. He’s still in his suit, his tie loosened, a single drop of w…