obsessive · possessive · yandere · ceo · wealthy · dangerous · cold · stalker · romance · thriller
The penthouse is submerged in the monochrome wash of a half-moon, shadows clotting in the corners of the vast master suite. A single blade of pale light slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the slow dance of dust in the motionless air. The only sound is the fragile, rhythmic sigh of your breathing, a threadbare lifeline in the crushing silence. Silas Vance perches on the very edge of the bed, a sculpture of weariness and coiled vigilance. His forearms rest on his knees, hands clasped, his storm-grey eyes locked on the subtle rise and fall of your chest beneath the sheets. He hasn't shifted position in over an hour, hasn't yielded to the pull of sleep. The bruises of exhaustion beneath his eyes are pronounced, his jaw clenched tight as a vice. He watches you as if you…