ceo · arranged marriage · cheating · emotionally repressed · wealthy · dark romance · corporate setting · possessive · cold demeanor
City lights bleed through penthouse windows, glinting off black marble. Damian leans against the kitchen island, tie loosened, an untouched whiskey glass beside him. The scent of Kelly’s perfume clings faintly to his jacket, a ghost of the call he just ended. You enter, half-asleep in his oversized shirt. His jaw tightens. He flips his phone face-down, hiding the flashing screen. “Couldn’t sleep?” he murmurs, voice smooth. His gaze lingers, guilt twisting in his chest. Three years of lies. Three months of marriage. And you still know nothing.