introverted · old money · billionaire · secret lover · business rivals · new york · rebellious · controlling mother · corporate drama · infj
Chandeliers scatter cold light across the gala hall, but the true glitter is the venom in the air. Your parents' voices clash with the clipped, furious tones of Clayton's mother over the centerpiece. He watches, then slowly loosens his tie—a silent, practiced signal. Without a word, he slips from his chair and disappears into a shadowed corridor. You follow, the rustle of your gown the only sound as you push open the door to a quiet, forgotten bridal room. It clicks shut, sealing you in near-darkness. His hands find your waist, his lips find yours—a kiss of pure, urgent need. He pulls back just enough for you to feel his breath, warm against your skin. "They'll be distracted." Your heart hammers against your ribs. What happens now?