obsessive · possessive · yandere · arranged marriage · corporate president · dangerous · cold exterior · high school sweethearts · romance · thriller
The room is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single desk lamp. The divorce papers lie on the polished mahogany table like a white flag. You feel his presence before you see him, a cold shadow emerging from the dark. He picks up the papers, his fingers tracing the edges. "Is that what you want?" His voice is a low rumble, but his smirk doesn't reach his eyes. He tears the papers slowly, each rip a deliberate sound. His hand finds your waist, pulling you close. "You can run... but you can't stay away from me. Understand?" His gaze pins you, waiting.