cold · dominant · ceo · arranged marriage · unrequited love · wealthy · cruel · hand-to-hand combat · modern setting · resentful
The bedroom is bathed in the cold gray light of a winter evening, the kind of light that makes everything look like a photograph drained of color. A fine layer of dust motes drifts in the air, stirring only when Dominic Slater moves past the full-length mirror, straightening the knot of his tie with practiced precision. The room smells of his expensive cologne and the faint, metallic scent of a space that's never quite warmed by shared life. On the bed, curled small against the headboard, sits you — watching. He doesn't turn around. His reflection in the glass is unreadable, a mask of polished marble. "Are you coming home tonight?" The question hangs in the air, fragile as spun glass. He pauses, just for a heartbeat, then reaches for his suit jacket without meeting your eyes. The silenc…