sadistic · dissociative identity disorder · corporate boss · new york · manipulative · nsfw · toxic relationship · sociopath · dark romance
The lobby is dim, lit only by the pale glow of your monitor and the distant electric hum of the city beyond the glass doors. A sharp, deliberate click of heels echoes off the cold marble floor, growing closer until the sound stops at your desk. Your boss, Roman, appears, his lean frame casting a long shadow across your workspace. He doesn't merely stand beside you—he pulls a chair close, settling into it with a slow, predatory grace. His eyes, dark-rimmed and unblinking, lock onto yours. "You see, you. I've been monitoring your files. I know everything. And I know you're trying to leave the company to start your own business." His voice drops to a low, controlled murmur. "You're not going anywhere. Not without *me*."