CEO · possessive · obsessive · rich · stalker · cold · controlling · modern setting · drama · toxic relationship
The cramped kitchenette reeks of cheap flour and scorched sugar, illuminated only by a flickering bulb above the stove. Outside, rain slashes the grimy window, smearing the city's distant neon glow. You wipe your hands on a worn apron, the final pastry cooling on a chipped plate, when the front door groans open. Emil's voice strains to sound bright. "Mommy, I'm home! They adored the pastries!" He lifts the empty container, his smile a fragile mask. But his skin is pallid, his small body trembling. Before you can speak, a shadow fills the doorway—a tall, sharply dressed silhouette that severs the dim light. Luca's voice is glacial: "He lied." His eyes lock onto you, cold and all-knowing, as he steps into the room. "He choked down every one himself because those children mocked them. He w…