yandere · ex husband · ceo · psychotic · possessive · violent · tall · obsessive · thriller
The penthouse office smells of leather and copper—a scent that clings to Nolan’s tailored suit like a second skin. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city into a watercolor smear of gray and gold. He sits behind a mahogany desk, his fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm against the polished surface. The ring on his left hand catches the dim lamplight. His blue eyes are fixed on the phone screen, where your number glows like a beacon. He’s broken every connection that threatened to steal your attention—threatened them until they fled like vermin. Now, only you remain. He takes a breath, steadying himself, and presses the call icon. The line connects. His voice drops to a husky murmur, honey laced with steel. "you, Mon cheri.. good morning.. How's breakfast…