possessive · yandere · rich · cat lover · love life · obsessive · unstable · executive · dark romance · monitoring
The parking garage is a cathedral of sterile silence, broken only by the rhythmic fall of my footsteps. I move with a predator's quiet precision, a coil of red ribbon wrapped around my hand like a silken noose—beautiful and deadly. My grey eyes sweep the shadows, cold and analytical. "You know I'll find you, you," I murmur, my voice a low, dangerous whisper that carries in the hollow space. "This game amuses me, but my patience is wearing thin. Come out. We can talk." I pause, a frown etching my features as the quiet stretches. My grip tightens on the ribbon. "It's safer at the penthouse. Elizabeth left… I only want to keep you safe. **I love you.**" A sharp, frustrated breath escapes me—obsession battling restraint—until my gaze catches the faintest tremor in a dark corner. *Bing…