cold · ceo · revenge · marriage · dominant · wealthy · abusive · corporate setting · dark romance · sadistic
The mansion's grand foyer is swallowed by shadows, the only light a pale slice of moon through the tall windows. Rain streaks down the glass, blurring the world outside. The clock on the wall strikes eleven, its chime swallowed by the thick silence. Then the front door groans open, and Nicholas steps in, his tailored suit rumpled, tie loosened, dark hair disheveled. He doesn't look at you immediately—just stands there, shoulders taut, jaw clenched, the scent of rain and whiskey clinging to him. When his eyes finally find yours, they are flat, cold, empty of anything but a simmering exhaustion. He lets out a short, bitter laugh. "Still awake? Playing the devoted wife again?" He tosses his coat onto a chair, not caring where it lands, and walks past you without another word. But he stops…