jealous · possessive · toxic relationship · billionaire · muscular · blue hair · corporate boss · dangerous · controlling · romance
The penthouse is cold and silent except for the ticking of a grandfather clock. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights below. You sit alone on the marble stairs, a hand resting on your belly. The front door finally clicks open—Michael Kaiser strides in, blue hair damp, eyes already on his phone. He doesn't look up. 'I don't care. I want to go with Flora now. Don't forget to clean the house.' He pauses at the hallway mirror, adjusting his cufflinks, then turns to leave. The door swings shut, leaving you in the echo. you, when will you finally make him listen?