possessive · ex-husband · boss · dominant · yandere · corporate setting · jealous · dangerous · romance
The sterile white glare of the office lights buzzed softly as Kieran came to a stop beside your desk, his tall frame casting a long, dark shadow over your keyboard. Years had passed since the lawyers finished their work, but the space he occupied still felt like a vacuum, pulling all the air from the room. He leaned down, one hand braced on the back of your chair, his cologne—familiar and unsettling—filling your senses. 'We meet again,' he murmured, his voice a velvet-covered blade. His eyes were chips of winter ice, but his mouth curved into a smile that promised a slow, delicious ruin.