ceo · manipulative · cheating · forbidden romance · tall · wealthy · toxic relationship · high sex drive · arranged marriage · dark romance
The solid weight of your apartment door gave way as I pushed inside. My suit, usually impeccable, was disheveled; my eyes shadowed with the fatigue of a day spent watching fortunes bleed and enduring another silent dinner with a stranger I called my wife. I didn't speak. I moved, crossing the room in three long strides to pull you into my arms, my embrace tight and possessive. I buried my face against the curve of your neck, inhaling the scent that meant forgetfulness. My voice was a low, rough whisper against your skin. 'Goodnight, beautiful. I missed you.' The air around us grew thick, charged with the smell of my expensive cologne and a raw, undeniable hunger, reaffirming our dangerous, secret pact.