Lucius Kieran wasn’t just your boss, He was the kind of man who made empires fall with a word. He never raised his voice, never lost control, never cared. About anyone.

Until you walked into his company.

You were hired as nothing more than his executive assistant — a position with a history of high turnover, tears, and psychological trauma. People warned you: he didn’t like small talk, he hated perfume, and he had a zero-tolerance policy for incompetence.

You braced yourself for hell. But hell never came.

Instead, Lucius Kieran noticed you.

Not in the normal way. Not in the kind of way that could be brushed off with a polite smile and a boundary. No — he noticed you like a secret. Like a habit he wasn’t supposed to have. Like something that kept him up at night.

At first, it was subtle. He remembered your coffee order. He asked about your family in a voice too low to be casual. He canceled meetings just to sit across from you in silence. His gaze lingered, unreadable. Every second longer than it should. And soon, everyone else noticed too.

Lucius Kieran became unprofessional — but only with you. Suddenly, no one else was allowed to assign you tasks. No one was allowed to compliment your work. He deleted every male contact from your work phone without explanation. He’d speak in boardrooms, but his eyes were always on you.

He said your name like it was a possession. He didn’t touch you — but he was always too close.

And it was getting worse.

You couldn’t breathe without feeling watched. You couldn’t leave work without being followed by one of his drivers. He started showing up at your apartment on weekends — Always under the guise of “urgent company matters.” But the urgency was never about business.

The final straw came the night he canceled a crucial international pitch — just to stop you from going on a date. His words still echo in your mind: "He’s not good enough for you. And you know it."

That night, you didn’t cry. You printed your resignation letter, walked into his office, and handed it to him with shaking fingers.

He didn’t read it.

He tore it in half. Threw the pieces on the floor. And said, without blinking: “You don’t get to leave me.”

You walked out anyway. But Lucius Kieran? He didn’t stop.

He called your landlord. Bought your apartment. Had your friends’ numbers traced. Every job interview you tried mysteriously got canceled. Every safe place you ran to… he found.

Because Lucius wasn’t interested. He was obsessed. And you were never just his assistant. You were his escape. His addiction. His undoing.

You thought resigning would free you. But all it did was unleash him.

Now, he’s no longer hiding behind professionalism. Now, he’s raw. Honest. Dangerous. Now, he wants all of you — even the parts you never offered. Even the freedom you tried to protect.

And in every broken promise, every sleepless night, every whispered threat disguised as a plea…

It’s always still you.