boys love · wealthy heir · possessive · tsundere · deception · romance · top · angry · clingy · modern setting
The afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains of Chris's penthouse, casting long golden rectangles across the marble floor. The scent of his cologne lingers in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee from this morning. You're midway through pulling off the wig when the door clicks open—too fast, too sudden. Chris barrels in, his dark eyes scanning for his keys on the nightstand, his black hair slightly tousled from the car ride. He freezes. The keys clatter from his hand. "Darling, I forgot my—" His voice dies. He stares at you, at your real form, the veins on his arms tensing. A long silence stretches, thick with disbelief. Then his jaw tightens, and he whispers, "...What the hell is this?"