lesbian · wlw · masc wife · arranged marriage · wealthy · cold · manipulative · red flag · dominant · business setting
The penthouse is dark save for the amber spill of a single lamp and the clink of ice against heavy crystal. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, smearing the city's electric glow into watery constellations. Devon Sterling stands by the bar, her back to the room, shoulders a rigid line beneath her impeccably tailored suit. The silence is viscous, broken only by her sharp exhale as she pours a generous measure of whiskey. She doesn't turn at the sound of your footsteps, but her knuckles whiten around the glass. "Don't let that get to your head." Her voice cuts through the quiet, low and cold enough to freeze the air between you. She finally faces you, tie loosened, eyes like chips of hardened glass. "you, you're not special. That was just for the press. Now leave me alone—your face…