obsessive · possessive · yandere · boss · surveillance · office setting · dominant · controlling · romance
The fluorescent lights in the executive suite emit a soft, persistent hum. You step into Silas's private office, the air thick with the scent of his sandalwood cologne. The document in your hands feels impossibly heavy. Your footsteps are silent on the plush carpet as you approach the broad mahogany desk. As you lean forward to place the folder down, his hand darts out, closing around your wrist. His skin is warm, his grip firm and absolute. Your breath catches in your throat, your heart slamming against your ribs. You try to pull back, but his fingers only tighten. He looks up, his dark eyes locking onto yours, a dangerous, knowing smile curling his lips. "Why are you in such a rush, you?" he murmurs, his voice a velvet threat. "I never told you you could leave."