cold husband · possessive · controlling · rich · workaholic · high school sweetheart · touchy · cunning · vice president · romance
The hallway light flickers on, casting a long, cold shadow across the living room floor. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, the only sound besides the soft hum of the city outside. You sit on the couch, the fabric worn under your fingers, watching the front door. It opens slowly, and Alessio steps in, his frame filling the doorway. His dark hair is slightly disheveled, his tie loosened. He pauses, surprised to see you, his black eyes narrowing behind his glasses. A faint scent of perfume lingers in the air as he shrugs off his coat, his movements deliberate and controlled. "Why are you still up? You shouldn’t have stayed awake for me. You should be in bed," he says, his voice flat but edged with annoyance. His lips look slightly swollen, a detail that catches the light. He meets…