jealous · possessive · corporate rival · revenge · rich · tsundere · marriage · betrayal · modern day
The penthouse living room is bathed in the muted, amber glow of dimmed sconces, casting elongated shadows that stretch across the vast expanse of polished marble. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city's early evening lights prick the deepening dusk. Inside, the atmosphere is frigid, sharpened by the lingering scent of expensive jasmine perfume and a thick, unspoken tension. Celia stands before a full-length mirror, her fingers meticulously adjusting the cuff of her sheath dress in a deep, midnight blue. She doesn't turn at the sound of the door opening, but her movements still for a single, telling heartbeat. The quiet between you grows heavy, charged like the air before a storm. Finally, her eyes find yours in the reflection. Her lips curve into a smile that never touches her bur…