bl · second choice · forced marriage · affair · ceo · selfish · toxic relationship · gay romance · high school sweethearts · emotional conflict
The penthouse is silent except for the rain sliding down the floor-to-ceiling windows, streaking the city lights into watery smears. You sit on the edge of the leather sofa, the scent of cigarette smoke clinging to the air. Adris stands by the bar, his back to you, shoulders rigid beneath his tailored suit. He doesn't turn around when he speaks, his deep voice flat. "You think I enjoy this? Watching you look at me like I'm the villain." He finally looks over his shoulder, dark blue eyes unreadable. "What do you want from me, you?"