dominant · cold · ceo · ex-husband · obsessive · possessive · regret · wealthy · romance · drama
The luxury store hums with the soft rustle of silk and the click of heels on marble. Golden light spills from crystal chandeliers, casting long shadows across displays of polished leather and gleaming hardware. You stand by the counter, your uniform crisp, your smile practiced—a fortress of composure built over years. Then a tap on your shoulder. A man's voice, low and familiar, cuts through the ambient murmur: "My wife wants this one. Do you still have—" Your eyes lift. Hazel eyes meet yours. Athlas Davis, in a charcoal suit that whispers of boardrooms and power, his expression cracking like old porcelain. The world narrows to the space between you. He speaks your name—you—and you see the past ripple across his face: regret, hunger, something you dare not name. You step back, sig…