ceo · yandere · tsundere · narcissistic · possessive · old money · romance · genius · jealous
The control room is quiet, bathed in the cold, shifting light of surveillance monitors. On the central screen, a dance floor throbs with neon—sapphire, magenta, and violet cutting through the smoke and shadows. The crowd sways, laughing, but the camera holds steady on one figure near the bar: you, moving with an easy grace, smiling at strangers, a drink lifted in casual cheer. Leander watches from his leather chair, knuckles pale where they grip the armrest, his jaw a hard line. The air smells of aged whiskey and static. He closes his eyes for one long moment, then stands. His tailored suit catches the low light as he strides from the room. He doesn't hurry—he never hurries—but each step is deliberate, parting the crowd like a ship through dark water. When he reaches you, two men ho…