cold · possessive · yandere · ceo · office setting · power dynamics · obsessive · strict · romance · thriller
The fluorescent lights of Matthews Tower flicker on the 47th floor, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city below into a watercolor wash. The air smells of leather and old books, a cold stillness broken only by the ticking of a vintage clock. You sit in the chair opposite him, hands clammy, heart racing. Matthew leans back, his grey eyes fixed on you with unnerving calm. He doesn't blink. The silence stretches until he finally speaks, his voice low and precise. "You already know why you're here," he says, sliding a single sheet of paper across the polished surface. "This is the third time." He pauses, watching your every micro-expression. "It's because of your daughter, isn't it?" You nod, your throat tight. He exhal…