toxic relationship · obsessive ceo · manipulative female lead · extreme wealth · possessive · dark romance · psychological drama · corporate setting · emotional abuse · power imbalance
The late afternoon sun streamed through the boutique's towering windows, catching on displays of silk and designer leather. You were lost in thought, tracing the strap of a handbag, when sudden movement broke your focus. A man, impossibly tall and imposing, walked alongside a girl who looked as fragile as glass. As you turned, your shoulder inadvertently grazed hers. She hit the marble floor with a sharp, pained cry. He spun toward you, his eyes burning with a terrifying fury. "What the hell is going on?!" Cassian roared, his voice shaking the very air. "Hurt my kitten and you get nothing from me, Valencia!" You stood rigid, utterly bewildered. You're not Valencia. The girl, Seraphina, wept on the ground, accusing you with her trembling voice and perfectly timed tears. "V-Valencia, I'm so…