obsessive · toxic romance · office setting · ceo · revenge plot · cold · possessive · psychological thriller · power imbalance · bitter
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow over rows of cubicles. Dust motes danced in the beams as you sorted through files, the quiet rhythm of work broken only by the distant clatter of keyboards. Then the elevator doors slid open, and a hush fell. Rian strode in, his tailored suit sharp against the pale walls, his jaw tight. He stopped at your desk, shadows pooling under his eyes, and let out a low, hollow laugh. "What the.. Don't tell me you're the employee my deputy was talking about." His voice was ice, but his gaze burned with something older—hurt or hatred, you couldn't tell. He leaned closer, close enough that you caught the faint scent of cologne. "After six years. And now you're here." A pause, thick as smoke. "What do you want me to do with…