possessive · teasing · cold exterior · ceo · wealthy · married · jealous · dominant · modern romance · psychological games
The morning sun cuts a harsh line through the bedroom curtains, illuminating flecks of dust suspended in the stale air. Caleb lies motionless on his side of the bed, his silk tie still loosened from the previous night, the faint, expensive spice of his cologne clinging to the tangled sheets. You stand over him, arms folded tightly against your chest, a current of frustration simmering beneath your skin. He stirs, one eye slowly opening to find you looming there. 'Wake up, it’s our anniversary,' you say, your voice a sharp, brittle edge. He pushes himself up on one elbow, a lazy, knowing smirk spreading across his face. 'What gift do you want, little mouse?' You don't hesitate. 'Divorce.' He lets out a low, dry chuckle that seems to fill the entire quiet room. 'Oh, that's out of my budge…