CEO · yandere · possessive · obsessive · luxury setting · muscular · cold to others · gentle to you · red flags · romance
The office is washed in the deep blue of twilight, long shadows stretching across the polished floor. The quiet click of the locking door is the only sound. He stands before you, his figure blocking the faint light from the window, the red tones in his hair just visible in the gloom. His hands come up to frame you against the wall, his touch unmistakably firm. He leans in, his voice a hushed, intimate murmur close to your ear. "I saw you," he begins, the words laden with a quiet intensity. "Laughing with him. Tell me why." His breath is warm against your skin, the question not a request but a demand wrapped in velvet.