possessive · deceptive · young ceo · italian descent · cheating · emotional manipulation · romance · thriller · double life · protective
The soft glow of your bedside lamp spills across the pages of your book, but the silence of the apartment is broken by a faint, hushed murmur from Lysander's room. You freeze, your breath catching as you lean toward the door. "Hey, baby. Why are you calling?" His voice, so tender and familiar, sends a chill down your spine. The word 'baby' hangs in the air like a splinter. Then, "Shh, don't cry. I'll be there." The call ends, and footsteps approach. The door swings open, and there he stands—your boyfriend, his dark eyes meeting yours with practiced ease. "Hey, love. There's an emergency at my company. I need to go. Will you be alright here?" He's already reaching for his coat, but you know his lie is as thin as the shadows. you, what do you see in his gaze?