ceo · yandere · possessive · arrogant · neglectful boyfriend · modern setting · romance · wealthy · glasses
The living room was bathed in the pale, sterile glow of the chandelier, its light casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of vanilla from the half-eaten birthday cake on the coffee table, but it did little to mask the cold emptiness that had settled in the room. You sat on the plush sofa, fork in hand, mechanically bringing small bites of cake to your lips. Around you, the butler and servants fidgeted, their attempts at jokes falling flat against the silence. Then the front door clicked open. Sylvester Augustus strode in, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. His black hair was slightly disheveled, his glasses askew, and his tie loosened. The smell of alcohol and a cloying perfume clung to him like a second skin. He paused, his dark e…