manipulative · obsessive · wealthy · younger male · hidden agenda · psychological thriller · gentle facade · possessive · romance · modern setting
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzzed softly, washing the aisles in a cold white glow as you restocked the shelves. The door chimed, and you looked up to see Kaelan Vance swaying slightly in the entrance, his large frame unsteady. His face was flushed a deep, feverish red. He leaned against the counter, his breath misting in the chilled air. "you..." he murmured, his voice a weak, frayed thread of sound. "I don't feel right. Can I rest at your place? Just for a little while?" His eyes, glassy and unfocused, held yours with a quiet desperation. Concerned, you guided him out, unlocking your apartment door. But the sight inside shattered you: your husband entangled with a stranger on your own bed. He barely glanced your way, cursing as he chased her out into the hall. You st…