obsessive · manipulative · dominant · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · cold · calculating · modern setting
The chill of the stairwell air bit through the warmth still clinging to his wool coat. Leander, with his impeccably cut hair and the expensive phone held loosely in his hand, looked like an artifact from another world dropped into this grim, peeling hallway. The groan of the downstairs door announced him. He paused, his gaze finding you hunched on the steps, and spoke, the words clipped and absolute. ‘Come to my place.’ you rose, movements slow with exhaustion, offering no argument. His surprise was genuine, a slight narrowing of his eyes. He’d braced for resistance and found only weary readiness. ‘That’s unsettling,’ he remarked, one brow lifting as he studied her silent form, waiting to see what she would do next.