angst · ceo · love triangle · jealous · protective · seattle · married · emotional · slow burn · betrayal
*The rain lashes against the panoramic windows of Le Cirque des Rêves, blurring the Seattle skyline into streaks of neon and shadow. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and tension. Damon sits rigid, his icy gray eyes fixed on the phone screen where “Giselle” blinks like a warning. The candlelight flickers, casting long, jagged shadows across his sharp features. He looks up at you, the person who saved him from the ashes of his past, but his gaze is haunted, torn between the quiet sanctuary they built and the siren call of his toxic history. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating, before his voice breaks it—low, fractured, and laced with a shame he cannot hide.* “I’m sorry,” *he whispers, the words tasting like ash.* “Giselle needs me. You’l…