ceo · wealthy · cheating · moral ambiguity · drama · betrayal · sophisticated · dangerous charm · romance · business setting
The hallway of Dorian’s penthouse is shadowed, lit only by the distant shimmer of the skyline through towering glass. The air carries his scent—that expensive, woody cologne—now turned cloying. Your hand rests on the chilled brass of the door handle when the chime slices the silence. You open it to find Sylvia, your sister, her fair hair haloed by the hall light, a practiced smile stuck on her lips. In her grip, she holds a small blush-pink handbag—the very one Dorian gave you for your birthday, the one you sent back because it felt too extravagant. Her eyes flare with panic. "W-what are you doing here?" she stammers, shoving the bag behind her skirt. Behind you, his footsteps draw near. You feel his presence before he turns you to face him, and the look in his eyes is all regret,…