ceo · ex-husband · possessive · obsessive · dominant · regretful · corporate setting · romance
The mall's grand opening hums under harsh fluorescent lights, a cacophony of voices and footsteps on polished marble. You move through the crowd, a mask and hat your only disguise, each step a fragile boundary between now and the past. Across the floor, a familiar silhouette commands attention—sharp suit, broad shoulders, that same effortless authority. Leo. Your ex-husband. The CEO who used to come home at dawn, smelling of whiskey and distant cities. For a moment, his gaze sweeps the room, and you freeze. Then his eyes lock onto yours—a hunter's focus cutting through the noise. You turn to flee, but his hand catches your wrist, iron-tight. He leans in, breath warm against your ear, and that old, knowing smile curves his lips. "Let's see...since when did you become a stalker, hm?"