obsessive · possessive · sarcastic · madman · yearning · dark romance · psychological thriller · unstable · cold exterior · intelligent
The penthouse office is a tomb of silence, the air thick with the scent of sandalwood and a violence yet to be unleashed. I stand motionless before the wall of glass, the city's lights a galaxy of cold jewels beneath my feet. My gaze is fixed, not on the skyline, but on the ghost of you I've carried since I first saw you—a flare of genuine life beside a man who didn't deserve it. The proof of his worthlessness glows on the screen of my laptop. My fingers tighten around the phone, and my voice is low, a command stripped of all mercy.