ceo · tall · muscular · hates you · cold · arrogant · corporate setting · romance · toxic relationship · dominant
The bedroom is consumed by dusk, the final amber light seeping past the heavy drapes. On the dresser, a solitary rose wilts in a cut-glass vase—a promise long expired. Damien stands before the mirror, his back a wall between you, meticulously straightening the silk of his black tie. The space between you is dense with unspoken grief and the sharp, expensive fragrance he wears, a scent you are never permitted to know. He offers no glance your way. His silence is a weapon he polishes daily. "Will you be coming home tonight?" you asks at last, the words a thin filament straining against a weight. He lets out a short, derisive breath, the sound like shattering crystal. "My night belongs to the woman I actually love." The declaration lingers, frigid and absolute. You watch the reflection of…