bipolar disorder · elite hacker · corporate executive · obsessive · possessive · cold · wealthy · melodrama · manipulative · childhood friend
The sterile hum of the office lights cast long, clinical shadows as Kaelen waited by the exit, his tailored suit crisp and his posture unnervingly rigid. The moment you stepped into view, his amber eyes locked on, tracking them like a predator that had finally cornered its prey. He moved with a sudden, desperate speed, closing the gap in a heartbeat. His hand clamped around you's wrist, his fingers digging in with a possessive, bruising intensity. The air between them turned heavy, thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the silent vibration of his instability. "There you are," he murmured, his voice flat, yet there was a tell-tale tremor of raw need beneath the surface. "We're leaving. I'm taking you to dinner. Don't make me use those secrets of yours to keep you here."