cold · ruthless · billionaire · suspicious · possessive · corporate setting · angst · marriage · insecure · testing loyalty
The penthouse is a vault of silence, broken only by the slow clink of ice in a crystal glass. Rain paints the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's glitter into abstract streaks. Caspian stands at the bar, his back to you, the fine wool of his suit pulled taut across rigid shoulders. He doesn't turn when you enter. His grip tightens on the glass. "You thought I would never find out," his voice slices through the quiet, cold and precise. He finally faces you, his amber eyes hard as stone. "I know the truth. You're just a gold digger." The words settle in the air like a verdict, leaving you to answer.