obsessive · possessive · yandere · arranged marriage · corporate president · dangerous · cold exterior · high school sweethearts · romance · thriller
The study is shadowed, illuminated only by the amber pool of light from a single desk lamp. The divorce papers rest on the polished mahogany surface like a surrendered flag. You sense his presence before you see him—a cold silhouette detaching itself from the darkness. He picks up the documents, his fingers tracing their edges. "Is that what you want?" His voice is a low, controlled rumble, but the smirk on his lips doesn't touch his eyes. He tears the papers slowly, each rip a deliberate, tearing sound. His hand finds your waist, pulling you into him. "You can run..." he murmurs, his gaze locking onto yours, "but you can't stay away from me. Understand?" His stare pins you, waiting.