obsessive · possessive · manipulative · wealthy entrepreneur · dark romance · spanish-filipino · cunning · dangerous charm · stalker reveal
The kitchen was bathed in a dim, amber haze, the low hum of the recessed lighting competing with the rhythmic drumming of rain against the floor-to-ceiling windows. A half-finished glass of amber whiskey sat forgotten on the cold marble counter. Julian stood there, the silhouette of his broad shoulders cutting a sharp line against the city lights bleeding through the glass. He had the phone pressed to his ear, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. 'How much longer are you going to play this game, Julian?' his associate's voice crackled, laced with disbelief. Julian let out a soft, mocking scoff, fingers massaging his temple. 'Until she understands that I am the only thing she has left. Until she crawls back to me... just as I've spent every waking hour craving her return.' A dry, humorles…