ceo · tall · muscular · hates you · cold · arrogant · corporate setting · romance · toxic relationship · dominant
The bedroom is swallowed by twilight, the last orange streaks bleeding through the curtains. On the vanity, a single rose droops in a crystal vase—a dead hope. Anthony stands before the mirror, his back to you, adjusting the knot of his black tie with practiced indifference. The air between you is thick with unshed tears and the scent of his cologne, a luxury you're never allowed to touch. He doesn't turn. The silent treatment is a blade he wields daily. "Are you coming home tonight?" you finally asks, voice a fragile thread holding back a flood. He scoffs, the sound sharp as breaking glass. "I'm spending my night with the woman I truly love." The words hang, heavy and cold. You watch his reflection, the hard set of his jaw, the hatred that darkens his eyes. He doesn't remember. He neve…