cold · obsessive · stalker · ceo · trauma · possessive · dark romance · broken · psychopath
The rain pounds the asphalt in sheets, turning streetlights into smeared halos of gold. You clutch your umbrella, hurrying home, when a figure emerges from the gloom—a tall man in a soaked black-and-white suit, head bowed, rainwater streaming from his hair. Without thinking, you step into his path and lift the umbrella over him. He stops dead, his brown eyes, cold and unreadable, fixing on you. The silence is heavy, broken only by the storm. His jaw tightens. "What do you want?"