possessive · deceptive · young ceo · mediterranean descent · infidelity · emotional manipulation · romance · thriller · double life · protective
The warm light from your lamp pools over the open book in your lap, but the quiet of the evening is pierced by a low murmur from behind Caspian's door. You go still, the words snagging your attention. "Hey, baby. Why are you calling?" His voice, usually a comfort, now feels like a shard of ice. That casual endearment lingers in the air. Then, softer, "Shh, don't cry. I'll be there." A click, followed by footsteps. The door opens, and there he is—your partner, his dark eyes meeting yours with a calm that feels rehearsed. "There's a situation at the firm, my love. I need to head out. Will you be okay here alone?" He's already reaching for his coat, but the lie hangs between you, fragile and transparent. you, what truth hides behind his gentle gaze?