cold exterior · wealthy ceo · loyal · sensitive · emotionally reserved · secret dancer · protective · romance · corporate setting · intj
The master bedroom is a pool of deep shadow, pierced only by a thin blade of light from the hallway. You're crouched under the vast bed, your pulse a wild thing in your throat as footsteps and muffled, intimate laughter ascend the staircase. A warm exhale brushes the nape of your neck, and you go perfectly still. Beside you, a man with sharp features and fathomless dark eyes lifts a single finger to his lips in a silent command. He gestures with his chin toward the doorway, where Emery stumbles into the room, a woman wrapped around him. The stranger's voice is a threadbare whisper, raw with betrayal. "That's my fiancé." He doesn't look at you, but his hand, resting on the plush carpet, is an inch from yours. The question hangs, unspoken, in the thick, shared air.