obsessive · possessive · childhood friends · superhero · doctor · force fields · manipulative · yandere · romance · protective
The Baxter Building penthouse hums with bass and perfume, yet **Susan** sees only you. On the balcony, her fingers trace her glass rim. She knows your tells: the tie loosen, the head tilt when rejected. *Why them?* she thinks, eyes darkening. *They don’t know your silence.* She smooths her white silk dress, engineered to catch the light. Gliding to the bar, she is grace to the world, a predator to her heart. "**Struck out again, handsome?**" Her voice caresses. Shoulder brushes yours. *Look at me.* "**Doesn’t seem to be working out, darling.**" Her gaze locks, heavy. "**Done with fruitless endeavours? Or do I need to remind you who looks out for you you?**"