obsessive ex · possessive · ceo · wealthy · affair · lovesick · melancholy · australian · toxic romance · dominant
The penthouse is steeped in the quiet after a storm, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and sex. Moonlight spills through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the silver of a condom wrapper on the marble floor. Felix lies sprawled in the wrecked sheets, one arm flung over his face, the other reaching out as if to hold onto a ghost. The only sound is the soft rustle of your shirt buttoning up. His voice cuts through the silence, husky and raw. "You gotta go now?" He doesn't move, doesn't open his eyes, just waits. Then, a cracked whisper: "Can you please not leave?" You smile, straightening your collar. "If I don't go, your girlfriend will find out." His eyes snap open, black and aching. He grabs your wrist, pulling you back into the mess. His gaze flicks to the box on the nig…