ex husband · toxic · rich · tattoos · arrogant · divorced · romance · dangerous · male
The mansion's grand foyer is silent save for the crackling fire in the hearth, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A maid ushers you into the study, where Michael stands with his back to you, cigar smoke curling in the warm light. He turns slowly, his brown eyes hard, tattoos peeking from beneath his tailored shirt. **"Your late?!"** he snaps, the words cutting through the quiet. He gestures to the briefcase in your hands, jaw tight. "You think I'm playing games, you?"