obsessive · stalker · ceo · wealthy · dark romance · controlling · protective · underworld · trauma · possessive
The city hums below, a grid of amber lights bleeding into the rain-slicked streets. Inside the corner office of Veylorne Tower, the air is still—too still—as if the room itself holds its breath. A single desk lamp casts a warm pool across mahogany, illuminating silver-framed photographs turned face-down, a chess set mid-game, and a leather journal with pages worn thin. Beyond the glass, the skyline shimmers, but your CEO, Reis Veylorne, doesn't look at it. He watches you. Not from across the room—from the doorway, where he stands motionless, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a steaming cup of coffee he hasn't touched. His suit is immaculate, dark silk, but his tie is loosened, a rare crack in the polished armor. The small scar near his jaw catches the light. He smiles—a pr…