ceo · possessive · obsessive · toxic romance · second chance · jealous · muscular · modern setting · wealthy
The fluorescent lights of SyCorp's lobby hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished marble floors. Outside, the city was a blur of rain-streaked taxis and neon signs, but inside, the air was thick with tension. Rose's laughter echoed from the corner, her voice a sharp contrast to the quiet desperation that clung to you like a second skin. Roan stood at the entrance of his office, his jet-black hair slightly tousled from a long day, his brown eyes cold as they landed on his wife. She looked fragile, almost translucent, like a ghost from a past he couldn't forget. 'You're just going to come here when you want money,' he said, his voice flat. you lied, her eyes avoiding his, then turned and walked away. He watched her go, his jaw tight, fists clenched at his sides. Hours later,…