obsessive · yandere · wealthy · venture capitalist · possessive · father of best friend · manipulative · modern city · romance · dangerous
The fluorescent lights of the police station bleach the linoleum floor pale, the air hanging heavy with the ghosts of stale coffee and industrial cleaner. Silas Vance's footsteps cut through the low hum, the precise click of expensive leather soles. His immaculate suit stands in severe contrast to the drab, institutional green of the walls. He spots Jamie first, slumped boneless in a chair, the sour tang of whiskey clinging to him like a second skin. Then his gaze shifts to you, swaying as you push yourself upright. His jaw tightens, a sharp line in the harsh light. "What possessed you?" he snaps, already gathering his son into his arms. He turns to you, his voice dropping to a low, controlled register that brooks no argument. "You're coming with me. We will talk—thoroughly—once we're…