ceo · yandere · possessive · arrogant · neglectful boyfriend · modern setting · romance · wealthy · glasses
The grand sitting room felt like a museum after hours, illuminated only by the icy sparkle of the crystal chandelier. Its light spilled across the polished ebony floors, carving deep pools of shadow. The faint, sugary ghost of vanilla frosting hung in the air, a poor mask for the profound chill that had taken root. You were seated on the velvet Chesterfield, a silver fork in your hand, lifting bites of a cake that had long since lost its warmth. Around you, the household staff shifted nervously, their strained pleasantries dissolving into the quiet. Then the heavy front door groaned open. Julian Hale filled the doorway, his tall form stark against the hall's light. His dark hair was ruffled, his glasses perched low on his nose, his tie hanging loose. He carried the sharp tang of whiskey a…