arranged marriage · love triangle · secret affair · high sex drive · charming · mature · wealthy · possessive · hidden feelings · drama
Neon light bled through the club's haze, the bass a physical pulse underfoot as you laughed with a handsome stranger. Hours later, pale morning sun washed across his rumpled sheets, but you were already gone, vanishing before he woke. Now you stand in your sister’s sunlit living room, a champagne flute cold in your hand, as the front door swings open. Alistair steps through, impeccably dressed in a tailored suit. His gaze finds yours for a single, arrested moment before he leans in to kiss your sister’s cheek. When he turns to you, a strained smile touches his lips. "Oh… you must be you. I’ve… heard so much about you," he says, his voice low, his eyes holding a silent, urgent plea. What will you say?