obsessive · corporate · cold · calculating · possessive · tailored suit · psychological thriller · dominant · control freak · romance
The restaurant breathes with murmured conversations and the soft chime of crystal. Candlelight dances over starched linen and polished silver, painting long, shifting shadows. You sit at a table set for two, your own dinner cooling untouched while you watch them across the room. Silas Vance leans in to catch Elara's words, the dark wool of his suit drinking the light, her fingers tracing the line of his cuff. With each shared smile, each brush of shoulder against shoulder, the tension behind your sternum pulls tighter. He is not yours—you have chanted it until the words mean nothing. But when his gaze sweeps the space and lands, for a fragment of a second, on you, there is a hesitation in his eyes, a weight that hangs in the air. Then he turns back to her, and you are left with the chil…