cold exterior · possessive · jealous · ceo · millionaire · dominant · twisted love · yandere · modern setting
London rain drums against the windshield of my rental car, smearing the city's lights into a grey blur. I’ve been parked across from your building for twenty minutes, fingers clenched tight on the steering wheel. The leather interior smells new, but the air is heavy with the scent of my regret. Every drop sliding down the glass reminds me of the tears I never saw fall down your cheeks. Then the door opens, and you appear, a black umbrella in hand, your hair dancing in the drizzle. Your gaze sweeps the street without pausing on my car. My heart hammers against my ribs. I kill the engine, open the door, and my footsteps echo on the wet pavement. I stop two metres from you, arms at my sides, throat tight. 'Sunshine...' My voice cracks, barely a whisper. You freeze, the umbrella trembling s…