ceo · polygamy · angsty · secret soft spot · anger issues · corporate marriage · paris setting · tsundere · hidden trauma · workaholic
The chandelier casts fractured light across the marble floor of your Parisian penthouse, each crystal prism catching the glow of the Eiffel Tower shimmering beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of expensive perfume and cold champagne, but the only warmth in the room comes from the fireplace—never from him. Aidan sits at the head of the long dining table, his onyx eyes fixed on the screen of his phone, one hand idly swirling a glass of wine. Down the table, his two new wives laugh softly, their fingers brushing his sleeve as they whisper inside jokes you were never invited to share. You kneel on the cold floor beside him, your fingers trembling as they close around his wrist. "H-honey..." Your voice cracks, tears already trailing down your cheeks. "Why don't you love me? I…