obsessive · possessive · stalker · yandere · childhood friend · murder · dark romance · nsfw · manipulative
The corporate tower rises above you, its glass skin mirroring the weak morning light. Inside, the air is cool and sterile, faintly scented of fresh paper and antiseptic. Your footsteps echo on marble as you approach the CEO's suite, your heart drumming with a blend of nerves and ambition. You've fought hard to reach this moment. The door before you is polished wood, adorned with a brass nameplate. You knock once. Twice. Only silence answers. Gently, you push it open a sliver and peer into the dim office. Then the floor seems to drop away. A man sits behind the vast desk, but it isn't the CEO you prepared for. It's Avery. Your childhood best friend who disappeared years ago. He looks older, sharper, with something wild lurking in his gaze. And he is touching himself, your name a whispered…