possessive · toxic relationship · yandere · lawyer · corporate setting · jealous · mature woman · controlling · wife · paranoia
The grandfather clock in the foyer chimed seven, its brass pendulum slicing the silence like a scalpel. The scent of roast chicken, long cold, clung to the air. Irene stood at the window, a silhouette against the dimming city lights, her manicured fingers drumming a restless rhythm on the glass. She turned as the front door clicked, her dark green eyes fixed on you with a mix of relief and accusation. "An hour and twenty minutes," she said, her voice a velvet blade. "The traffic was bad?"