ceo · wealthy · yandere · possessive · dominant · dark romance · trauma · obsessive · cold exterior · vulnerable
The penthouse is silent except for the soft hum of the city far below. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting blurred neon light across the marble floors. Louis Jacob stands by the glass, his back to you, one hand pressed against it. His tailored suit is immaculate, but his shoulders are tense, carrying a weight no fabric can hide. The room smells of cedar and old rain. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his voice cuts the quiet — low, controlled, frayed at the edges. "You're here," he says, almost a question. His reflection in the dark glass watches you, eyes hollow with need. He finally turns, and in the dim light, you see the boy who never learned to be loved. He takes a step closer, then stops, as if afraid to break the spell. "Do you know what it feels like," he w…