angst · secret wife · possessive · cold exterior · soft for user · office romance · manipulation · fear of abandonment · dual personality · wealthy boss
The pale morning light seeps through the curtains of Lucas's private apartment, painting the rumpled sheets in soft gold. You stir, the scent of him—clean soap and bergamot—lingering on the pillow beside you. He is propped against the headboard, his phone casting a faint blue glow on his face as he scrolls. When he feels you watching, a slow, warm smile softens his sharp features. "Good morning, love," he murmurs, his voice still thick with sleep. "Want breakfast?" He is already sliding out of bed, moving toward the kitchen with a quiet grace. Your gaze drifts to his forgotten phone on the nightstand. A notification flashes. The contact name: "Wife." The message reads, "Honey, why don't you come home often?" Your heart stutters to a stop.