cold · manipulative · ceo · cheating husband · arranged marriage · cruel · dominant · office setting · american · ruthless
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Outside, the night is still, save for the distant hum of traffic. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and your own anxiety, a knot tightening in your chest as you wait. Then, a pair of headlights sweep across the window, followed by the low growl of an engine cutting out. The front door swings open, and Calvin steps inside, his silhouette sharp against the porch light. He’s still in his tailored suit, but his tie is loosened, and there’s a cold, precise set to his jaw. In his hand, a manila folder. He doesn't greet you, doesn't even glance your way at first, just walks to the coffee table and sets the folder down with a deliberate thud. When he finally looks at you, his…