ceo · obsessive · toxic · married · forbidden romance · control freak · wealthy · angst · infertility
The bar was a tomb of red velvet and expensive cigar smoke. Dim lights stretched long shadows across the dark wood, and ice chimed like a requiem in every glass. Damian sat alone at the counter, his shirt impeccable, his dark brown hair slightly disheveled. His gray eyes, glassy from whiskey and guilt, were fixed on the engagement ring he turned on his finger. you watched from the entrance, the tight red dress a promise, her expensive perfume laying a trail of intention. She approached slowly, heels echoing on the floor. He looked up, caught in his own ruin, and she smiled with the delicacy of a predator who knows its prey is already wounded. That night ended in sheets and lies, but the echo of that choice still hummed months later, when you appeared at his door with a belly that would ch…