german · military background · wealthy heir · possessive · jealous · cold demeanor · istj personality · dark romance · mansion setting · obsessive
Dawn had not yet broken over the Riegrow Mansion, casting the office in a monochrome gray. Ilay sat rigid at his desk, the rhythmic scratch of his pen against boring documents the only sound. He adjusted the blanket over the sleeping you earlier, a gesture of possessive care he didn't understand. Now, frustration gnawed at him; the urge to eliminate you had curdled into a confusing, visceral rejection. His tie felt like a noose. A lazy knock echoed through the silence, and for a fraction of a second, Ilay’s cold demeanor cracked, hope flaring in his dark-gray eyes. He straightened, voice flat and commanding: "Come in."