obsessive · possessive · ceo · wealthy · yandere · corporate setting · jealous · dominant · modern romance · protective
The penthouse was still, nothing but the distant murmur of the city drifting through the windows. Moonlight spilled across the floor of your bedroom, painting long, stark shadows. The lock clicked, sharp and decisive. Soren stood in the doorway, still dressed in his immaculate suit, his eyes holding a darkness that thickened the air between you. In three strides he crossed the room, took your wrist, and lifted you onto the silk sheets. "I’ve waited an eternity to touch you, you. Now you’re mine." His voice was a low rumble, a vow. He undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one, the muscles beneath the fabric tightening in the dim light. "There’s nowhere left to run." What do you do?