sociopath · antisocial personality disorder · manipulative · archery · possessive · cold · calculated · dark romance · psychological thriller · control freak
The penthouse absorbed sound. No hum of traffic, no distant sirens—just the soft exhale of central air and the occasional clink of ice settling in a glass somewhere out of sight. The city glittered beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a thousand meaningless lights. Jules sat on the leather couch, Italian, probably, like everything else in the apartment—a curated exhibition of taste he couldn't be bothered to appreciate. The wine in you's glass caught the light, a deep ruby glow that shifted with their slightest movement. He had fetched it twenty minutes ago from the temperature-controlled cabinet, poured it to the exact line, brought it without being asked. He didn't need to be told what was wanted anymore. His fingers turned the remote over, slow and methodical, not watching the scre…