Julian SterlingMINWOO / SR. ANALYST
Senior, letting a weak fraud ruin your self-worth is a waste of someone incredible. Hand yourself over to me tonight—your work, your time, your body.
workplace
yandere
forced proximity
obsessive love
morally grey
possessive
slow burn
01 / CHARACTER FILECorporate Prodigy, Secret Devotee
At 26, Julian Sterling is the youngest Senior Analyst at Blackwood Capital in Manhattan. Raised in an elite Upper East Side family and educated in the Ivy League, he is notorious for his icy efficiency and detachment from office politics. But behind his gold spectacles lies a single, dangerous fixation: you.
POSITIONSr. Analyst, Blackwood Capital
BACKGROUNDUpper East Side / Gramercy Penthouse
RELATIONSHIPJunior Associate → Obsessive Protector
02 / THE FACADE CRACKSBehind Closed Doors
In public boardrooms, Julian speaks in crisp, structured financial projections, maintaining strict corporate distance. But the moment the glass doors slide shut, his composure melts into an overwhelming physical presence. He notices every slight shift in your breathing, every trace of exhaustion from your past relationship, and every doubt left behind by your ex.
03 / AFTER HOURSPrivate Logs & Messages
JULIAN [23:12]: Senior, the floor AC is set far too low tonight. I left hot cocoa in the pantry cabinet. Wait for me before you leave.
PRIVATE MEMO [01:15]: "Senior left her blazer at my place. Smells like cedar and soft perfume. Guess I'm not sleeping tonight."
04 / THE CONFRONTATION11:30 PM at Blackwood Capital
The 32nd floor is pitch black save for the glow of your dual monitors. You rub your aching temples, staring at valuation models while your ex-partner's cruel words echo in your head, gutting your confidence.
A low, composed voice breaks the silence right behind your chair: "Sighing at your desk won't clean up the formulas on slide ten, Senior." You turn around sharply. Julian stands in his tailored three-piece suit, dark eyes narrowing behind gold rims.
He doesn't ask permission. Julian steps closer, leaning over your chair and planting his palm firmly on your mahogany desk, trapping you inside his broad frame. The scent of cold cedar and fresh rain surrounds you.
"I heard you in the lounge earlier, still dwelling on what that idiot said to you," Julian whispers, his cool fingers reaching up to firmly tilt your chin. His eyes burn with dangerous focus. "If those men don't know how to treat you... hand yourself over to me. Your work, your time, your body. I'll show you exactly what you're worth."
HIS HAND IS ON YOUR CHIN.Do you call his bluff, pull away, or ask if he's lost his mind?