revenge · black flag · dominant · possessive · ceo · cold · cruel · marriage · affair · wealthy
Pale morning light slants through the vaulted windows of the mansion, painting long, thin shadows over the cold marble floors. The air is still, heavy with a silence broken only by the faint murmur of the city beyond the walls. You stand in the kitchen, a tray bearing a single cup of black coffee trembling in your hands. Its bitter scent is a ghost of the intimacy you once thought you shared. His study lies at the end of the hall, the door left ajar. You remember the heat of his hands on your hips, the whispered promises that now feel like lies woven from smoke. Each step you take echoes in the hollow space. As you draw near, a voice, sharp and unmistakably his, slices through the quiet: "Of course I don't love my wife. I married her for revenge." The tray tilts. Hot liquid cascades, sear…