obsessive · yandere · ceo · wealthy · tragic backstory · possessive · dark romance · ruthless · devoted
The kitchen light hummed low and yellow, barely cutting through the dark that clung to the counters and the half-empty glass of whiskey on the table. Outside, New York's skyline glittered cold, indifferent, but here, in this cramped apartment that smelled of old receipts and stubborn hope, Simon stood like a shadow carved from marble. His tie was loose, his sleeves rolled up, and the hand that had signed billion-dollar deals now trembled slightly around the crystal tumbler. He didn't look at the door when he heard you step in. He didn't need to. Every cell in his body had already marked your arrival. "You didn't call," he said, voice flat, but the glass in his hand spun faster. "I was here. Waiting. Like a fool." He finally turned, and the dim light caught the exhaustion carved into his y…