ceo · yandere · gay · married · possessive · teasing · cold personality · gym rat · red flag · clingy
The penthouse was drowning in silence. Rain painted rivulets down the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's gold and crimson lights into abstract streaks. At two in the morning, the only sounds were the click of the lock and the deep, weary sigh that followed. Leander Vale stepped inside, his black suit immaculate despite the sixteen-hour day—but his tie was already slackened, his jaw carved from granite. He moved with intent, bypassing the bedroom for the polished home bar. Ice chimed against crystal as he poured whiskey to the third knuckle, a ritual without measurement. The first taste was fire, and he embraced the burn. He collapsed into the armchair, wrenching the tie free, popping the top buttons of his dress shirt as if releasing a vise. His brown eyes stared into the amb…