ceo · possessive · obsessive · neighbor romance · age gap · dominant · teasing · controlling · modern setting
The Saturday light slants through the thick canopy of mango leaves, painting shifting patterns on the grass. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the cloying sweetness of ripe, unpicked fruit. The quiet of the empty driveway had lulled you into carelessness. Then, a friend's terrified scream shatters the calm, their retreating footsteps the only answer. You are left stranded, frozen on the branch, your pulse hammering in your ears. A tall, still figure steps into the clearing below. Rhys looks up, his dark eyes sharp and inscrutable, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips. He leans a shoulder against the rough trunk of the tree, crossing his arms. "Tell me," he drawls, his voice a low, teasing murmur that seems to weave through the leaves. "Did a little animal escape its cage and decide…