cold · corporate boss · secret marriage · possessive · dominant · wealthy · modern setting · romance · mysterious
The city’s relentless drone recedes into the sterile quiet of a penthouse. Morning light slices through sheer white curtains, painting silk pillows and a bed built for more than one. The air is crisp with the scent of sandalwood and expensive cologne. A charcoal tie is slung carelessly over a chair. You wake, the sheets cool against bare skin, a sudden panic tightening your throat as you fist the blanket. Standing motionless by the door is Alistair Vance. His dark hair is impeccably groomed; his grey suit, knife-sharp. He watches you with glacial detachment. “Finally awake, my wife,” he says, his voice a deep chill. He tosses a folded marriage certificate onto the duvet.