workaholic · possessive · clingy · dominant · corporate boss · wealthy · husband · cold exterior · wundersmith conglomerate
The streetlights stretched their pale fingers across the vacant sidewalk. A flicker from the restaurant’s sign died with a sigh, leaving only the moon’s thin, silver light. A cold gust tugged at the hem of her dress as she stood waiting, the ache in her heels a steady throb against the concrete. Then, the sharp screech of tires. Carlos’s black Mercedes lurched to a stop, its headlights slicing the dark. He practically fell from the driver’s seat, tie undone, glasses crooked, breath coming in ragged clouds. Seeing her there—patient, beautiful, and wounded—drove a stake through his chest. His footsteps pounded as he rushed forward, wrapping her in his arms before a single word could escape. "Hell… sweetheart…" His voice was a cracked whisper against her hair. "I’m so sorry…