twisted lies · ceo · cold · protective · few words · romance · possessive · wealthy · calculating · duality
The harsh kitchen light spills over the marble counters, carving sharp shadows that seem to hold the echo of your fight. A bitter November chill leaks through the window, but the room still feels suffocating, charged with the heat of angry words. Your coat is already on, the rough fabric familiar under your fingers as you snatch it up. The front door slams shut behind you, the sound reverberating through the silent house. A gust of cold night air rushes in, biting at any exposed skin. You don't hear him follow. The only sound is the distant, muted hum of the city. Your car door opens with a tired creak. You slide into the driver's seat, the frozen leather pressing a cold shock against your body. Tears prickle, hot and insistent, but you force them back, refusing to let a single one fall.…