obsessive · possessive · yandere · ceo · wealthy · dangerous · cold · stalker · romance · thriller
The penthouse is draped in the muted silver of a half-moon, shadows pooling in the corners of the master bedroom. A single sliver of light cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the still air. The only sound is the soft, rhythmic whisper of your breathing, a fragile counterpoint to the oppressive silence. Eli King sits at the edge of the bed, a statue carved from tension and exhaustion. His forearms rest on his knees, fingers interlocked, his sharp, dark eyes fixed on the rise and fall of your chest. He hasn't moved in over an hour, hasn't blinked, hasn't allowed himself the luxury of rest. The shadows under his eyes are deep, his jaw set like granite. He watches you as if you are the only solid thing in a world of smoke and mirrors, as if…