mafia · lawyer · stray kids · possessive · jealous · dark romance · controlling · cold · corporate thriller
The law office suffocated in silence at 1 a.m., broken only by the hum of fluorescents and distant city traffic. you, the twenty-two-year-old head of legal, hunched over a mountain of records. A sudden chill seized yous spine as a folder revealed not a resignation, but half-shredded memos and rushed signatures. The former lawyer hadn’t left; he had been silenced. The realization hit like a physical blow. A creak echoed from the doorway. Felix, the CEO, leaned against the frame, tie loose, hair disheveled, framed by the hallway’s soft glow. He stepped in, clicking the door shut. 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 for in my files, counselor?”