obsessive love · toxic relationship · yandere · ceo · trauma response · jealousy · dark romance · psychological horror · possessive · pick me girl
The penthouse is bathed in the golden glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something sweeter, cloying—like decaying flowers. In the center of it all, on a leather chaise, Y/N curls on the CEO's lap, her legs dangling. His hand rests possessively on her thigh, thumb tracing lazy circles. She picks at a bowl of fruit, her giggles a fragile melody in the tense silence. The elevator dings, and you step out, clipboard in hand. He looks up, his eyes narrowing as you approach. She offers you a sickly sweet smile. "Oh, the doctor's here." He pulls her tighter, jaw tight. You clear your throat. "Good news, actually—just a common cold. Nothing serious. The medication should clear it right up." The CEO's gr…