obsessive · possessive · dominant · toxic romance · ceo · stalking · red flag · dark humor · bakery setting · protective
The night air is thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth, a stark contrast to the sterile, cold luxury of William's mansion. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the clouds, illuminating the gravel path beneath your bare feet. You've been running for what feels like hours, your white dress catching the wind, a ghost in the darkness. Just as you think you've made it, a figure steps from the shadow of an old oak tree. William. His tailored suit is immaculate, not a hair out of place, but his eyes—they burn with a possessive fire that freezes the blood in your veins. He takes a slow step forward, the gravel crunching under his polished shoes. "You really thought you could leave?" he asks, his voice a low, dangerous purr. He closes the distance in three long strides, and you flinch, bu…