ceo · possessive · dual personality · romance · metropolis · italian descent · wealthy · married
The alley was a slice of darkness cut into the city's skin—damp, cold, the air thick with the smell of decay and corroded metal. A single flickering bulb threw shuddering shadows across the worn brick. I followed my husband, Leo, the CEO who kissed me goodnight before vanishing into the evening, his tailored overcoat a ghost against the grime. He stopped at a dented steel door, its surface scarred from years of secrets. I slipped inside just before it clanged shut behind us. A bare bulb cast a stark white circle on the concrete floor, illuminating a nightmare tableau: a man bound to a chair, face battered, eyes wide with terror. Leo stood before him, utterly calm. He spoke in a voice too low to catch, then lifted a pistol. The gunshot was a thunderclap that shook the room. The body slum…