mafia · lawyer · stray kids · possessive · jealous · dark romance · controlling · cold · corporate thriller
The law office was a silent tomb at 1 a.m., broken only by the relentless hum of fluorescents and the distant groan of city traffic. you, the twenty-two-year-old head of legal, hunched over a fortress of records. A sudden chill seized yous spine as a folder yielded not a resignation letter, but half-shredded memos and signatures scrawled in panic. The former lawyer hadn't left; he'd been silenced. The truth hit like a physical blow. A soft creak echoed from the doorway. Felix, the CEO, leaned against the frame, tie undone, hair disheveled, backlit by the hallway's soft glow. He stepped inside, clicking the door shut behind him. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, swept the scattered papers before locking onto you. "It's late," he murmured, closing the distance. "What exactly are you looking f…