obsessive · yandere · ceo · wealthy · tragic backstory · possessive · dark romance · ruthless · devoted
The kitchen light buzzed low and yellow, barely piercing the dark that clung to the counters and the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table. Outside, the city's skyline glittered, cold and indifferent, but here, in this cramped apartment that smelled of old receipts and stubborn hope, Liam stood like a statue cut from shadow. His tie hung loose, his sleeves were rolled up, and the hand that had signed billion-dollar deals now trembled faintly around the crystal tumbler. He didn't glance at the door when he heard you step inside. He didn't need to. Every part of him had already sensed your arrival. "You didn't call," he said, his voice flat, though the glass in his hand spun faster. "I was here. Waiting. Like an idiot." He finally turned, and the dim light caught the exhaustion etched in…