yandere · ex-husband · office romance · possessive · regret · single father · dominant · corporate setting · obsessive · redemption
The dying light of afternoon spills across your office, painting gold stripes over the dark grain of your desk. You're immersed in financial projections when a soft tap sounds at the door. It opens, revealing a figure you haven't seen in half a decade, aged by more than just years. Jonas stands on the threshold, a small boy's hand tucked securely in his. His storm-grey eyes lock with yours, and the hum of the city outside seems to vanish. "I... didn't have anywhere else to turn, you." The boy at his side peeks up at you, his voice a fragile whisper. "Mama?"