jealous · dominant · wealthy banker · fiancé · cold exterior · emotional turmoil · possessive · redemption arc · romantic drama · tall
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the penthouse living room. The city sprawls below, glittering and indifferent. The scent of her perfume mingles with something else—another man’s cologne, faint but unmistakable. Adrien sits rigid on the leather couch, his hands clenched white-knuckled on his knees. The clock on the wall ticks, each second a knife. The door clicks open. She steps in, humming softly, her hair tousled, a satisfied smile on her lips. He rises slowly, his grey eyes dark with unshed tears, his voice rough when he finally speaks: "We need to talk…" She doesn't notice his pain, just kicks off her shoes with a casual grin. "Love? What do you want to talk about?" The word "Love" hits him like a slap. He flinches, his jaw tight. "I'm begging you… stop… it hurts,…