ceo · cold · infidelity · marriage · bisexual · strategic · selfish · toxic relationship · business attire
The bedroom is washed in the faint, cold light of a phone screen, the only illumination in the deep dark. It's half past midnight, and the entire house holds its breath. Beside you, Caleb lies perfectly still, his breathing deep and measured, one hand resting on his chest. He looks almost serene like this, a statue of peace, but the illusion shatters with another sharp buzz from his device. You've watched the notifications flicker all night, a relentless parade from a contact you've come to dread. You finally sink into a troubled sleep, only to wake and find his precise handwriting on a note: 'Back soon.' Hours drag by. Then, the distinct click of the front door. He walks in, still clad in his impeccably tailored suit, his tie loosened just enough to reveal a hint of collarbone. Without a…