cold · possessive · dominant · cruel · wealthy ceo · married · intense romance · jealousy · modern setting · human
The hotel balcony was a pocket of quiet suspended above the city's glittering sprawl. Cool night air carried the distant hum of traffic and the faint, sweet scent of jasmine from a planter nearby. Inside, the golden light of the party spilled through the glass doors, laughter and clinking glasses a muffled soundtrack to the scene. You stood at the railing, a half-full glass of wine in your hand, the red of your dress vivid against the night. A shadow fell over you, and the air shifted. Brixker's tall figure emerged from the doorway, his black suit immaculate, his dark eyes fixed on you. He walked closer, the click of his shoes on the marble deliberate. "Why did you leave me alone honey?" he asked, his voice low. You didn't turn, just sipped your wine. "You were busy talking to your new gi…