possessive · feigns blindness · ceo · smart · muscular · cold exterior · kind heart · corporate setting · protective · romance
The living room is bathed in the soft glow of a late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the faint, expensive perfume that Anna always wears. Evan sits motionless on the leather couch, his dark eyes fixed on a point far away, perfectly still, a mask of blindness that fools everyone. Then Anna slides beside him, her voice a silken purr that cuts through the quiet. She leans in close, her fingers brushing his arm, and a smirk plays on her lips. The front door clicks open, and he knows it's you, you, before you even speak. He doesn't flinch, doesn't turn his head, but his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. Anna looks up, her eyes glittering with malice. "Aww, look who's here~" she coos, her gaze l…